The writer in me stirs...She could barely find her breath as he took her hand in his, and bending placed a kiss on the inside of her wrist instead of on the top of her hand as was acceptable. She dared not pull her fingers from his grasp lest she draw attention to their encounter. His eyes met hers and one dark brow rose quizzically. An amused smile curved his lips at the indignation he saw smouldering in her beautiful green eyes. He had riled her and the knowledge pleased him very much.