The man grinned. He took a step forward, and stood close to her. Without making it obvious, she inhaled quietly. She parted her lips trying to breathe him and the warm feeling in. Each night he came she found herself feeling more nervous. Each day she thought of this moment more often, keeping tabs on the clock a few minutes earlier every evening. For the last two days the gallery had closed on its normal schedule, and the time away from this mysterious man had been torture. She lived for these few minutes, and was starting to crave them.