Free Remember to Breathe (Book One of the True Desires Series) by A.G. Finas Page A

messy,” he says, pointing to a teardrop shaped blotch of wine above her navel. He opens it and pours a little down the front of her dress.“Oops,” he says.
     
    She shivers. “You made me wet,” she says softly, while looking into his eyes and placing her hands on his chest. “Hmm. You're good.   At that,” Allie says. “My husband stood me up tonight. He . He's never coming back. Ever.   He doesn't love me. Gina thinks he's gay.  Maybe she's   right.” She moves closer to him and closes her eyes. Her nose almost touches his. Her lips open slightly, awaiting his kiss. Her eyes well. She hiccups again and laughs, wiping away a tear. He whispers into her ear.
     
    “Let's get you out of that dress.”
     
    “Ha! I bet you're just saying that 'cause you want me to get out of my dress.” She sniffles and wipes her eyes. He puts his hands on her waist and pulls her to him.
     
    He slides his hands down to the bottom of her dress and pauses before pinching the cloth in his hands and slowly pulling it up and off of her, revealing her little thong and pale, naked flesh. The dress messed up her hair which she tries blowing out of her face. Small but perky breasts. She's slender but not without curves. Her eyes are closed and her smile is wide. She feels around for his waist, then runs a hand down over the massive bulge in his pants and her smile gets even bigger.  He takes her hands and places them around his shoulders.
     
    “Not now. You've been drinking. A lot.  As you can tell, you've got me hard as a rock but I'm sorry. I can't do this,” he says.
     
    Allie opens her eyes and blinks, incredulous.
     
    “What do you mean you can't do this? You mean...you mean. You came all the way....all the way here just  to dump water on me and tell me you're not going to fuck me?  You.” She pokes a finger in his chest and hiccups. “Mean. Ha!”   Wha...what happened to you? To us?” Allie giggles and burps and begins swaying. She closes her eyes and soon finds herself floating. Or almost. She's being carried into bed, and soon she feels the softness of her sheets on her skin and Brian's warmth pressing against her backside, the heat behind his clothes straining, begging for release.
     
     
    Sunlight streams through the cracks between her lavender curtains.  Allie awakens alone. Her head is pounding and her lips are cracked. Water.
     
    She steps over her dress on the bathroom floor and smirks.  The best-laid plans...don't get me laid. Probably for the best though. And then she thinks about Kevin. Though her  hope is fading, she hasn't quite given up on him yet.
     
    As she clasps her bra, she hears a fire alarm go off. On entering the hallway, she smells something burning. “Hello?” she calls out. She  follows the sound and smell into the kitchen where Brian is the middle of a cloud of  smoke. He seems to be trying to wrest something from the toaster. Allie guesses that it's serious because his pants and shirt are rumpled up on the kitchen counter and he  is barefoot in his boxer briefs and undershirt.  She places a chair underneath the alarm, then opens its  battery compartment. The beeping stops.
     
    “That beeping is NOT what I need right now,” she says.
     
    “Here,”  he says, pausing to pour her a glass of water.
     
    “Just like a handsome man, a toaster must be stroked and complimented every now and then or else it will burn down your house,” she says.
     
    “Breakfast!” Brian exclaims. He is holding the blackened piece of toast triumphantly at the end of a fork. “Sorry about the burning. You'll need your energy. See, I have plans for us. ”
     
    “Do you? Do your plans include starting a kitchen fire to lure some beefy firefighters over here?”
     
    “Ooh, let's write that one down for next time!” he says.
     
    Allie looks at him quizzically, then returns his smile.  He pulls her head toward him with his