"Drunk? we can't have that so just a small glass" Ash chuckled and poured them each a small measure of spiced wine. He passed the glass to her and looked into her eyes. He couldn't help himself and he reached up and tenderly brushed a lock of hair away from her eye and leant forward and pulled her to him unable to resist the beauty that had tormented him since he had met her that day. He felt her firm body against his and the fire in his chest became a furnace. He wanted her like he had wanted no other.

He kissed her, their lips met and time stood still....................