"I mean it!" She told me. "If you like them so much, you wear them. If you show me that you like them enough that your willing to wear them, then ...'ll consider wearing them myself!" She said matter-of-factly. I felt myself blushing a little as I lowered my eye's. When I looked up she was still starring at me. "I'm serious." She said. "If you'd really like to see me wearing them, then you'll put them on for me first." She said. Then she stood up and told me that she was going. He flashed his all-too-perfect smile at her. ‘Why thank you.’ He said as he kissed her hand. While Amelia sat down, Captain Machalchan was steering the ship east. ‘Can you tell me about yourself, Amelia?’ Trevor asked. ‘To start, I’m a widow. My husband James was killed in battle. I’ve been arguing with my own family because they want me to get married again right away.’ She told. ‘Sorry to hear that. I too have some problems myself. My home was destroyed by a fire and my father and brother all. This is it. She let her forehead knock lightly against his. Took a deep breath. Raised her hands to cradle his face, and tilted her head up to kiss him.His shock was brief, but in that fleeting moment she managed to register a slight wetness on the inside of his lips. The kiss wasn’t as soft as she’d fantasized… but it was better. Because it was real, it was Brian she was kissing, his hands that were drawing up to tightly grip her shoulders—To shove her back away from him.Her clouded eyes. ‘C’mon, Paul… let’s get you home.’ ‘You certainly have a way of pickin’ your friends, little girly,’ the guy from the bar said with a flirty tone, which she easily dismissed and ignored. She just grasped the arm of the inebriated Paul and helped him stumble over towards her car. He seemed plenty out of it, not immediately seeming to understand where he was or who he was with. The man behind them gave up and walked back in, letting the door close behind him. She pulled Paul along with her to the.