He looked back at me as he stood before the fire, stoking the logs.He looked back at me as he stood before the fire, stoking the logs. A soft smile appeared upon his lips before he turned back to the fire. I watched him as he knelt before the fireplace and played with the burning ambers. The glow of the fire, and the rush of the wine was slowly making my head spin. I could feel the heat spreading through out my body. In an effort to cool off, I unconsciously opened the top buttons of my blouse. I felt the coolness of my silk bra upon my breasts. Through clouded eyes I looked for him. He rose, and walked from the room, stating the need to get another bottle of wine. I heard his footsteps, descending the stairs to the wine cellar. There I sat, the warmth of the fire, the coolness of my silk undergarments upon my skin, alone. I closed my eyes, and laid my head back upon the soft cushions of the couch behind me. |