She followed his lead at first, then took charge, flicking her tongue against his lip. His knees threatened to buckle and he took in a shuddering brea...h before tangling his fingers in her hair, drawing her closer and searching for her with his tongue. Her hands were on his chest and he felt her melt into him, surrendering to him. Maybe he was the one surrendering. He was certainly lost. Lost in the heavenly feel of her luxurious hair streaming through his fingers. In the complexities of her. I don’t know the extent of the external damage, but I do know that the interior is a mess, as they took it apart looking for hidden stashes.”“Range Rover, I don’t recall coming across one of those before.” I commented.“They are a UK high-tech cross between a SUV and an off-roader.” Stan explained, “That’s all I know about it, so you will just have to wait like the rest of us, until we get there to have a look at it.”“Stan, what sort of auction is this, if the DEA is involved?” Dad asked.“Oh. Cherry’s Mom wasn’t expecting her home until later the next day and Olivia would cover for her in case she called there.I said, “That’s a pretty good plan, but there could be a problem with it.”Cherry asked, “What’s the problem?”I explained, “Olivia’s parents: they will know we aren’t there and will probably say something—as conservative as they are.”Cherry looked at me funny and said, “Yeah, they are conservative, but they won’t be there. They are out of town for the weekend.”“Well, that’s. The next day found me as a mess. My heart started to ache around noon that day, I was sure it was because I missed him so. The problem with three words seemed stupid now, insignificant and small. I became angry at myself for being so scared of every little thing in this world, for being a wimp, for only having the courage to touch him when he wanted to hear my words too. God, it was so frustrating to see how stupid I have been. Stupid, stupid little hang ups that just make me unhappy, that make.