There was no denying the way that alex was holding her breath while she waited for what he was doing to say. Honestly, the truth was was that alex would stop if that was what he needed and she wouldn't touch him (or at least make the effort anyway. Alex was after all intensely touchy-feely.) and she was bracing herself for it. She tried to catch her breath, tried to stop the racing of her heart and tried to stop her wanting of him.

It wasn't working but god alex was trying. There were three years of an attraction there. Two years of intensely wanting and dreaming and fantasies about his deck or the editing booth at the studio and yes indeed on this very couch.

When he asked the couch alex pulled away from him as much as she could and she just chuckled softly. "God I love you." Her words were warm and amused as she pulled away from him and then reached for him with a grin. "Take me to bed my Richard." Her fingers brushed over his before she spoke again the plea evident even before she finished the word. "Please."l