Chapter Twenty-Seven

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“What is it about his lips on me? I feel a bolt of lightening every time he touches me.”  Sarah thought to herself as she glanced across the table at Harry as he kissed her palm.  

“Is it black-tie?” Harry asked about the event dress code.

“It is.  I think most of the guys at the Museum don’t actually own tuxes, so it should be interesting.” Sarah answered and laughed to herself.  “I’m actually going dress shopping tomorrow for it. Danielle is taking me.”

Harry knew who Danielle was, although he hadn’t met her yet, Sarah spoke of her often and knew she was very important.  He couldn’t wait to meet her at the event.

“Should I pick you up that night?” Harry started to grill Sarah with questions about the event to get more insight in how the night will go.

“That would be great.  I’m going to be at the Museum all day to make sure that every thing is set up well.” Sarah paused and glared at Harry, “no limos, okay?”

Harry laughed and kissed her hand again, “Got it. No limos.” 

The two finished their beers and stood up. Harry saw Sarah shiver a bit when she stood near the front door ready to exit and he took off his coat to place over her shoulders.  Sarah glanced at him and reached up to give him a soft kiss in appreciation.

Harry wanted the kiss to linger a little longer but she pulled away and walked out to the car.   He followed her to open the car door and held out his hand to help her into the front seat.

“Do you want to come up for a bit?”  Sarah asked sweetly, as she reached over and tugged on his hair.

“Sure.” Harry pulled his car into a parking spot across from Sarah’s apartment.  “That dinner was good.  My stomach is so full.”

“I would never let you down.”  Sarah smirked, as they got out of Harry’s car to cross the street. 

Harry pulled Sarah to him and twirled her into his arms, “I knew you wouldn’t,” and planted a strong kiss on her lips, not letting her go.  The two stood arm in arm on the sidewalk, in front of Sarah’s building, for a few minutes. They moved together and Harry’s tongue parted her lips for entry.  The two were passionately holding each other and Sarah’s hands grabbed onto Harry’s shirt with aggression.

“We should go upstairs,” she whispered as their lips separated, but their faces remained so close he could feel her breath on his skin. 

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