Talking about the idea of Leathan joining her at church services was one thing. It was still hypothetical, a possibility that didn't feel terribly substantial. But when she was leaning into him, her fingers cupped against the curve of his jaw, breathing in the warm scent of him, actually giving him directions to the church seemed bizarre and nerve-wrenching. She half wanted to take back the invite out of sheer fear.

With a deep breath, Wynne put a bit of distance between them. Not much, but just enough that they weren't actually touching and she could think again - at least a little - while she fidgeted with her fingers. She looked up at Leathan, though, and steeled her nerves. Quietly she gave him the time of services and the simple directions to the church. "It's only half a mile from my flat," she said. "You'll see the sign: All Saint's Heston." And that wasn't so bad, was it? And Here came the tricky part. "I'll save you a seat then, if you like. I sit to the right, near the back." And that was a lie, lie, lie. She normally sat way up in the front where nobody else wanted to sit, but she wasn't about to let Leathan sit next to her up there where everyone could stare and wonder about them all through services. He just didn't need to know that part.

There was a rustle in the next aisle that made her flinch, brought her back to the present. She could still taste the lingering, guilty warmth of his mouth against hers. "I really ought to, you know, get back." She waved her hand over her shoulder, only half realizing that the direction she actually needed to go was the other way entirely. "Thanks for, erm . . ." smelling so nice, for kissing me, for confusing me, for turning my brain to mush, for being too sexy to be allowed " . . . for stopping by. It was good to . . ." touch you, hear your voice " . . .to see you. But I really do need to go. Book club, you know." She forced her self to back up again and finally broke into an actual walk. "But I'll, erm . . ." dream about you " . . .I'll see you." She gave him what she hoped was an encouraging nod. At the corner of the row she paused, smiled, and then, finally, hurried off. As she made her way down to the book club, the longest way around, she was fairly sure that she floated more than she walked.

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