“We sure are.” Darian’s hand finds her knee, and his fingers wander up to the hemline of her dress.
“Alright,” Becky says all of a sudden. She throws her head back, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. “I guess we’re really doing this.”
“Still harboring doubts?” I ask her.
“None,” she replies without a moment’s hesitation. “Are you?”
“No,” Darian and I say in unyson. “None.”
Becky slides down from the sofa and goes up to her feet. She turns around and, when I look into her eyes, I immediately notice the lustful fire that’s burning there.
“Then I guess it’s time,” she breathes out, dragging her teeth over her bottom lip. “Let’s make this official.”