Chapter 68: Bringing Marriage Gifts to Your Parents

It was the dead of night. Carlos Yale and Emery Quinny had just returned to their room when she, unable to wait, slammed the door-bang!-and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself against him. They were inches apart. Warm breath brushed their cheeks, and they could feel each other's heartbeats. Emery's pretty face, fair at first, turned pink, then deepened into a flush that ripened to a shade that made him dizzy. "Carlos." She parted her rosy lips and asked softly, "That line you...