Each one is for every month I’ve loved you.’ Intrigued, he opened the door. The living room area was lit just enough for him to see the trail of c...ocolates leading to the bedroom door. He picked one up. It was a Hershey Hug. He bit his bottom lip, smiling. A hug. The one thing that had bonded them from the very beginning. He started counting as he gathered them. One, two, three, four…my God, how long has she had feelings for him? Five, six, seven, eight, nine. Nine months? He did the math in. I was awakened later when the door opened and several people walked in."Good morning, Kyle," a voice I recognized as the doctor from beforesaid. "Do you remember me?" Dr. Parsons," I said. "I'm still hungry." Something was still wrongwith my voice. It felt natural, but it didn't seem to match with mymemories."Yes, yes," he said. "All in good time. Right now, someone wants tomeet you." He pulled back a little. "Kyle Hobson, may I introduceDale Cheesman."I knew the name. Dale Cheesman. All her air and motions breath'd only unreserv'd, unlimited complaisance without the least mixture of impudence, or prostitution. But what was yet more surprising, her spark-elect, in the midst of the dissolution of a publick open enjoyment, doted on her to distraction, and had, by dint of love and sentiments, touched her heart, tho' for a while the restraint of their engagement to the house laid him under a kind of necessity of complying with an institution which himself had had the greatest. I was a little to the side of her and her eyes were glued to the screen so she didn't see me staring although I am not sure I could have turn away even if she had. She stopped clicking through the pictures, settling on her favorite I guessed, and she re-positioned herself in the chair sliding entirely out of her robe in the process. I was in awe of how sexy she looked sitting there; her perky short brown hair, her glasses, her little mouth slightly opened as she moaned softly between short.