Suddenly, she was thinking of that night again. Memories she thought had been lost in the haze of this inexplicable arousal kept resurfacing. Over the course of the day, Sylvia had recalled who had kissed whom first, the expression on his face as he undressed her, and even how many times she had climaxed before he found his own release. He had swept back his longish hair, teased the space between her wantonly spread legs, then taken her hand and guided it to her own body.