They ate a silent, candlelit dinner. Words would be too much, too big. Joshua had pulled on jeans without underwear, and Melanie had slid on one of her overlarge t-shirts that kept sliding off one of her shoulders. She kept pulling it back into place so that she could watch Joshua’s eyes go dark with heat each time it slid off again.
The only thing that kept her from completely fawning over the food was that if she started to talk about the amazing food, then she’d give voice to the incredible s*x. And she liked that a man so full of words wasn’t able to speak in her presence.
But the pressure of the silence built. Finally it grew until it wrapped so thick and warm between them that it filled the condo wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling.
She set down her plate, removed his from his nervele
