Alex's mind was a million miles away from breakfast, because her thoughts were embroiled with the quickest way to the bedroom. For some reason, it seemed like an awfully long walk. And considering how often she fell asleep on the couch, it usually seemed like a long walk. Right now, it seemed like it might take years to get there.

She pulled away from him, and she slipped from his grasp and stood up, her legs trembling beneath her. She picked up her wine glass with one hand and offered her other to him. "Bedroom it is then," she told him, her eyes alight with lust and mischief.