Chapter Thirty -Two

“What the hell are you doing up there?” he asked angrily. “Are you not afraid to fall?”

She raised one eyebrow at the question. How could the hanging of a curtain on a window be possible if you would not climb 'up there?'

But Eric was already there, hooking an arm around her waist to pull her down so that she had no choice but to let go of the curtain or it would rip. She fell right into his arms.

He let her slide down slowly, both of them already aware of each other's bodies by the look in their eyes. Thank god they were standing on that part of the window where one curtain already hanged, so they were covered from any eyes that happened to be looking from the outside.

He was wearing a shirt with a hood that looked fashionable and appealing, and gym pants, as if he'd gone out to run. She already knew his body without them. She could only gasp as heat suffused her face and warmth, her body. Her heart was suddenly beating so fast.

Why couldn't he keep his hands to himself? Why did he