Ethan looked at her, then laughed softly, shaking his head. "Of course not. How could that be? You have another kind of charm. Each woman is like a flower, each beautiful in a different way. You have your own unique beauty, Julia."
Her eyes widened slightly, and for the first time that day, her confident expression faltered. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks, and she lowered her gaze. "You really think so?"
Ethan's voice was calm and certain. "I do."
Before he could say more, Julia moved closer, her heart pounding, and suddenly pounced onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him, her lips firm yet trembling just a little. Ethan returned the kiss gently, holding her close as the lake breeze brushed past them.
Still panting from their earlier encounter, Ethan pulled Julia up and led her to the bed. His hands roamed over her curves, sliding under her blouse to feel the soft warmth of her skin.
