What an odd thought.What an odd thought. "Found it." He knelt down and picked up her hands to take off the cuffs. She held his hands and looked into his eyes. "I'm really sorry I threw my drink in your face." "I've suffered worse." Angie actually began to feel guilty for hating him. He had, after all, only been playing around and she built it up into this whole big deal in her mind. Looking at him, Angie realized he was quite handsome, and his hands felt so strong and firm, yet gentle as they held hers. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. He didn't move, and momentarily Angie feared that she had made a horrible mistake. Actually she had, but not the one she was thinking of, as she found out later. |