GINGER:

The door swings open, and he stands in the doorway, face tight, eyes dark and restless with frustration. He looks like he hasn't slept. His mouth parts like he's about to speak, but I don't let him. I grab his face and kiss him.

My heart pounds as his body goes rigid for a beat, but then he melts into me, his arms wrapping around me like he needs to feel me just to breathe. His hands grip my waist, fingers digging in, then slide lower and grab my ass with a squeeze.

A moan escapes ...