Honeymoon With A Stranger

She could see Mac’s tall shape through the opaque plastic curtain, the top of his head level with the curtain rail.

Although his outline was blurred, she made out that it tapered nicely from shoulder to waist, six-pack abs but no unnecessary mass to his muscles.

Heat scored her cheekbones as she remembered curving her hand round his arm while pressing against his chest. But she had no time to dwell on the memory as Mac asked, “Come to join me?”