If I’m going to give in to my cravings, I want to do it with a clear head. My fingers rake into her silky hair while I tether our gazes. “A glass of champagne to celebrate, but then I need to tend to an important phone call.” “Oh, tonight?” Her disappointment chimes, sending a pang of guilt through me. This isn’t me. It can’t be. “Yes. Tonight. It can’t wait.” She accepts my flat answer without another word, but I see our magical moment fade into the night, and already, I want it back.
