Charlie All Night. Jennifer Crusie

on everything and anything but Allie.

      She was probably asleep by now, anyway.

      It was thinking about her mouth that was the worst.

      ALLIE SAT UP in bed and put her arms around her knees.

      Not thinking about Charlie wasn’t working. She was breathless with not thinking about him. She wanted him. She physically itched for him. This wasn’t the gauzy need she’d always assumed women felt for the men they lusted after. This was unpleasant and uncomfortable and would require full body contact to satiate.