All she had thrown on was a trench coat and nothing else.
Everything was a trigger, even the air on her skin almost brought her to the edge.
Their indirect confessions were enough. Oscar took her hands away from her face and kissed them. Kissed her tremoring mouth…
When he left, she did not look after him. His scent and touch clung to her like tapestry even after he was gone.
Then like Pavlov’s dog, a ping from her phone made her jump.
She had now come full circle from her accidental transgression.
Eliza did not want to end up in the mist of another aventure.