The warmth of his hand on her wrist caused the fuzzy feeling to explode into a swarm of butterflies. Outside the window, the show exploded in dizzying arrays of color, bathing the pair in an almost perfect glow. "Nemo," she echoed his name, blinking through the haze that had crept over them. The swarm continued to flutter about until ...

She pulled the hand that was trapped in his touch from him and clasped it over her mouth. Forgetting all about the fireworks, the uncomfortable couch, Nemo, Penny made a mad dash to the nearest waste bin and curled herself over it. Only once the entirety of her stomach contents coated the inside of the bin did she sag down against the wall. Bloody hell.

Perhaps she shouldn't have indulged so heavily in the wine.