Ashley now turn to face me and seeing me smiling she asked, “What?”Continuing to smile, I put my hands on her waist, and as I went in to give her ... kiss, Ashley leaned away and looking at me she asked,“What are you doing?”Smiling, I quickly responded, “I want to kiss you,” and as I backed her against the wall, Ashley now smiled shyly.Leaning into her again, she closed her eyes, and as I gave her a subtle little kiss, I couldn’t help but smile. It was nice and after giving her another kiss, she. ” “I don’t believe it either.” Melissa sat back in her chair, gripping her mug. “I don’t know what to say.” “The day we met in the park, it was fall and we threw leaves all over each other. We had just met. I saw him writing. I found him fascinating and we have fun, we go camping, we ride bikes, he makes me feel young again.” “That’s great Mom, really.” Melissa’s approval encouraged her to keep talking, getting it all out. “I love your father, but I’m not in love, do you know what I mean?” “Of. Toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant…“RIGHT?” she asks, panicked.You slam the mirrored door shut and glare at her. “I don’t know. But I’m not staying HERE while I figure that out.” She leans in, and then her hands reach for you, tug at your shirt, your hair. You sweep her arm away with your own and return to the bedroom. Where the hell are your keys…?“Baby…” Her voice is quiet and gentle. Then her hand finds the middle of your back. In that moment, all is her touch—a familiar, loving touch that’s. "Good. We are all good to go. We have to stop by your place first. But we have plenty of time." Plenty of time for what?" I asked. This sounded like more than a simple day out somewhere."It's ok, I've taken care of everything. And ... you just wait and see Mister. Get your stuff together, we need to be on our way."She withdrew and I sat there for a moment, nostalgia washing over me yet again. She'd done things like this before. She took me to New Orleans in Louisiana for my thirtieth birthday,.