" I'd think you might be reading too much into the couple of meager kisses we've shared." Mitch dropped his hand at the brusqueness of her words. Tory...didn't intend on sounding insulting, but if her first marriage taught her anything, it was to be a realist. She didn't believe that much could come of this relationship, under the circumstances."Are you telling me you didn't feel anything when we kissed?" challenged Mitch. "I could see the flush on your face afterwards." I'm not saying that...". It was easy for me to convince Amy to join me at the funeral parlor and try out the consoling business with the widowers still in shock over losing their spouses at an early age for some dread disease or an accident that hit the risk-takers a lot heavier than the town folk that liked to live a life of comfort and boredom never changing their safe routines for love or money.Even now, I had Amy on her knees in between my legs using her educated tongue to get me to cut her into a larger commission. Getting his stuff seemed so final."Yeah. Some notebooks. And your black baseball hat, and some other clothes. I don't care when you pick them up," she said coldly."Oh. Okay, I-I'll get them sometime soon. I promise."She didn't say anything. His last two words hung in the silence, "I promise... "He tried not to cry. "Bye," he muttered.She hung up.He slowly hung up himself. He lay back down on his bed, staring at his books. He opened them, feeling numb, but he couldn't study. What was he going to. Now, I am definitely wide awake. How could I possibly explain what happened last night without losing my best friend? “I'm still drunk,” he said. He was eying my blanket, I had it pulled up over my breasts. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it from me. Not quickly, but slowly, like he was unwrapping a present. “Just as I thought. Is there a reason that your naked under there,” he asked. There was a chuckle in his voice, yet his eyes were serious. I looked into his brilliant blue eyes, still.