Callan pulled her closer, his hand encircling her waist. "What are you talking about?" He whispered, moving away from other guests who were engrossed with dancing.

"Us, Callan. Me, you..." Her voice was shaky, she could feel her inside burning with needs again. She wanted him, she was desperate for his touch.

"Be clear!" He said sternly, almost stilling her.

Orla looked up to meet his faint gaze. It was unreadable.

She didn't want to offend him, so she sighed and said. "I feel dizzy, ...