But every time Richard diverted his eyes to take a sip of his wine, Simon stole glances at Richard’s physique.“It’s okay to look,” Richard sai... matter-of-factly, embarrassing Simon as he got caught red-handed.“No, no I wasn’t…” Simon tried to explain.“Stop. Relax Simon. We’re all friends here and we will soon be even better friends. Go ahead and look. I’m proud of my body and have worked hard at it,” Richard tried to reassure him.Simon could only giggle a little and smile nervously. . Even the sound of his name sent butterflies through my stomach. My boyfriend since my sophomore year in high school, Chris and I shared the relationship that was the stuff of dreams, mostly because we were both pretty much the opposite sex's ideal partner. I was tall, smart, funny, and gorgeous, an aspiring writer, and Chris was thin, good-looking, and was in choir and advanced classes all through high school."Helen?"I turned around at the sound of his voice saying my name. There he stood,. I'm sorry." I said it over and over and kissed her shoulder real gentle like, and I moved down to kiss her boo-boo. Then I had a great idea!I moved my kissing up to her neck and sucked a great big hickey on her neck. It took her a moment, but she knew what I did. She shoved me off, and glared at me."Look Becky," I tried to explain. "Now when somebody sees the bruise, they'll see the hickey too. And you can tell 'em that I got a little over-excited and they'll never know." That's just STUPID.. ‘Thanks.’ ‘Can I have one too, please.’ The deep gravely voice of the man sitting next to her surprised them both. ‘I’m just going to run to the rest room.’ He rose from his seat. ‘Wait for me, and we can have it together.’ He was standing getting something out of the overhead bin, so Tristin couldn’t see anything but his low slung jeans and tight stomach showing from beneath his raised sweater as he shuffled some articles in his bag. Dark hair was speckled down into, well lower. Her eyes.