A week of not touching blew up around them instantly. It could have been a lifetime, the way things escalated so rapidly. Without breaking contact, Simon lifted Sara from her seat and moved them over to the lush banquette behind them. He took his mouth from hers and she followed him momentarily, as if loath to break even that point of touch. He laid her back against the huge cushions, gently, reverently.

He shrugged off his sweater, revealing a dark shirt underneath, and Sara watched with ...