I suck in a breath. My nipples tighten. My entire body erupts into flames. Our eyes lock, and suddenly, the carousel, the music, and everything around us disappears. It’s as if nobody else in the world exists but the two of us. The two of us and my aching vagina, which just now arose from the dead to start howling with need. For him. This awful, arrogant Irishman. Who’s betrothed to my beloved niece. Who’s madly in love with the pool boy. I understand with chilling clarity in that moment that none of this is going to end well.
