“We should probably get back to the table,” he said, his voice still husky. I managed a weak nod. He stepped back from me and I felt a sudden surge of disappointment. He didn’t look at me and it felt like cold water being doused onto the moment. He regretted it, obviously. I suppose that I should too, but I hadn’t gotten that far yet. I straightened my dress, making sure everything was in place. My cheeks were heating in embarrassment. I stepped around him and made a move to go back to the table.
