For today's teaser, I am kind of cheating. I'm giving you an excerpt of First Vision of Destiny, but if you'd like to read it all it is available for free on my site and from several ebook stores.
She moved forward again, raising her hand slowly toward him. Before she could touch his arm, he clasped her hand and squeezed it. Alicia let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. It came out as a shaky huff. He pulled her to him, enfolding her in his arms and holding her tight even as she looped her arms around his neck.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the crook of her neck. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”
She started replying, but already Ben was continuing, the words fast as though he were afraid to lose his nerve.
“And I’m sorry for…for more than that.”
Alicia drew back so she would be able to see his face. He looked as anxious as she had felt moments earlier.
“What you said about not being able to talk to me… It was the same for me. And then I saw an old girlfriend at the conference last week. I was a little drunk at the cocktail party. And lonely. I flirted with her. Nothing more than that, I swear. And when I came home she called and…I had lunch with her. Just lunch. I didn’t…”
His voice trailed off when Alicia closed her eyes tight. She had known something was going on between him and that woman, but until that instant, she hadn’t known how far it had progressed. She had hoped, of course, that holding hands during a romantic lunch was the extent of what they had done, but she had feared it hadn’t been. A wave of relief slid over her. She opened her eyes again to find that Ben was watching her with fear in his eyes.
“Alicia, I’m sorry. I love you. I want to fix it. Fix our marriage. Do you think…” He stroked her cheek with his thumb, and she leaned into his touch. “Do you think it can be fixed?”
If he had asked her whether she could forgive him, the answer would have been easy. She understood loneliness. She understood it all too well. And the fact that he had come clean about his own erring when nothing forced him reassured her that he truly regretted his lunch date and whatever flirting had happened.
He hadn’t asked about forgiveness, though. She didn’t know if their marriage could be fixed. She just knew she wanted to fix things—like he said he did.
“I think…” She wet her lips, yet again struggling to find her words. “I think if we both want it… Why couldn’t we fix it?”
She couldn’t have said which of them moved first. Their lips met, merely brushing together as though rediscovering each other. They pulled back at the same time, sharing a look.
Is this okay? Ben’s eyes seemed to ask.
Alicia’s answer was to kiss him again with the same tentativeness. His tongue traced her bottom lip. She parted her mouth, inviting him in. Slowly, he came to meet her tongue and stroked it with the lightest of touches. Alicia moaned, the sound very low in her throat. They broke apart again, exchanged another brief but heated look. Their next kiss was pure fire.