About the book

They were friends, just friends, until one day they were more. She has been numb for so long that she cannot imagine how she can reawaken her sexuality. And only he has the power to make her remember what making love should be...
[Steamy erotic description of sex and oral sex] [3500 words]

An excerpt from the book

Like a monster emerging from the forest, a plane roared overhead, skimming its wings through the low clouds down towards the city. His hand was on her thigh, and she stroked his fingers with the mellow carelessness of wine running through her. Happy minutes passed, curling out into the dark night, and they wrapped the blanket tight around each other to protect from the ocean wind as they watched the metal monsters drop through the night and the flames reach up, straining towards the sky. The roar of the waves and the planes drowned the bagpipes and the distant laughter. His hand was on hers and she was happy. In her head the long low notes of blues music played.

While dancing, there is only you and the song and the one you are dancing with. She remembered the first day this most important truth had come to her, the day she forgot which steps her feet were doing and began to react instantly to her partner and to the music. That day meant almost as much to her as the day she had learned how to read, the letters tying themselves together into words, words into a flow of understanding.

Now their words became secondary and they spoke whole sentences without caring about meaning, their hands sliding across each other secretly under the blanket while their sentences spun into the night and drew attention away from the fact that they were already making love with their fingers in the secret dark.

His arm tightened around her and the smoke blew towards them. She cringed into his side, leaning away from the charred smell that would osmose through her clothing and linger there for days, the smell of burning wood bringing her mind back again to this, their first date, the one she had planned. This smell always from now on reminding her of him. He was beautiful in the flickering yellow light of the fire, his face golden, beautiful, beautiful. The moment slipped through her mind, becoming memory.

In the middle of a sentence his mouth was on hers and she had forgotten how good this was. She pressed back into him, tasting his mouth greedily, the wine and the smoke and the salt in the ocean air. It was a full minute before they separated, gasping, breathless, and now that this thin barrier between them had been breached, the force was insatiable that drew them again and again to kiss each other, to fall back onto the blanket and curl their limbs around each other, to learn each other.