BATTLE OF DESIRE

in the direction June had indicate

hts on the quality and flavor of the wine; others were helping guests decide which wines they would actually like to drink for the evening; and the more enterprisi

een trying to avoid, but he would rather face this tha

way. Feeling embarrassed, she returned to the

shed up to him, grabbing his shoulder, "Hey! Hello there. I see

ly, irritation creeping into his voice, "Mu

to him. "Oh, I'm sorry. I, I, I didn't mean to do that...again." She said

n quickly looked away, fixing his ey

apologies the only words you know how to spe

e on the runner and said, in a tone much harsher than she intended, "Well, I don't know.

he has stopped breathing. It seems...I don't know...It seems something, something is going on in his mind. Marcia fixe

lowly turning his gaze toward Marcia, and his eyes came to rest on her flus

bit, and retorted, "Well, that's good

tly, hinting at a suppressed smile, seemed to pause an

ers a bit, and replied, "Oh! Great! Jullian. I'm Mar

he seemed to pause for a moment, then stre

and, Marcia asked, "So, h

d responded, "It was average. The wine was of sufficient quality for the level of the club. One could not expe

into his eyes enthusiastically she said, "Do you know wine? You know about wines? How do you know the Musigny vineyar

arcia tightened her grip and grabbed Jullian's hand with her second hand, her brown eyes

Marcia's two hands, applying pressur

I'm sorry. I'm sorry about that. I

head, "Sorry. Sorry again."

bit too much, and you seem to know about it. And I think it would be good for us to have some conversations ab

o her, "I don't join clubs. It's not somethi

cia in the face, exasperated. But this time, Marcia tightened her grip and took a step

aze drifting down to the space between his nose and chin. She glanced at his lips, and quickly blurred her

ed, "I won't join the club. But if it's about wi

in her clear, oval-shaped face, and responded "Ex

m Marcia and asked, "Yo