His lips brushed against hers in a gentle kiss that sent shivers down her spine. When he pulled away, he studied her face carefully, as if searching for some sign of what she was thinking. "Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" he asked softly, his eyes boring into hers.
Her kids came to the living room; Nancy went to the room to get her youngest
"I... well..." She hesitated, unsure of what to say or how much she should tell him. Finally, she decided on a half-truth. "There's laundry that needs to be done," she admitted with a small shrug. "But I wanted to talk to you about something first."
Emmanuel raised an eyebrow in inquiry, and she took a deep breath before continuing. "I need some time to think about what you said yesterday," she confessed, feeling awkward and exposed as the words left her mouth.