For a while, they sat silently in Foxx's car. When she drove off he tried to note where they were going, then gave up, closing his eyes to let happen whatever would be. When she stopped, he sat up to see a cottage in the headlights. Her place, he assumed. She took his hand and led him inside. It was small and messy but comfortable.
"Do you want coffee, Jack?"
He shook his head, aware that she still held his hand. Almost before he knew what he was doing, he drew her to him.
It took a moment to gather the courage, not knowing how she might respond. When he felt no resistance, he kissed her. He was tentative, undemanding, his hands gently cupping her head as his mouth met hers. He felt her hands moving around his waist, fingers tenderly pressing his back. Encouraged, he drew her closer, holding her to him until he was overwhelmed by an emotion that took his breath away. He left her lips to hold his cheek warmly against hers. His arms went down over her shoulders as hers rose on his back, holding their bodies in a glorious mismatch. He could not believe the warmth of his feelings for her. He held her like one who wanted never to let go.
"Come to bed, Jack," she whispered.
He thought, if she hadn't said that, he might have held her there all night.
She took him to bed with silent sweetness. He could hardly believe that, too. Whatever tension he might have felt at this incredible tryst