"I love you so much," she said and grabbed his hand tightly.They walked together back to his hotel room and once they were safely inside his room, he ...ocked the door."No one will bother us here, sweetheart," he said as he pulled her strongly to him."Oh darling," she whispered against his ear, "I wanted to make love to you all afternoon, but I was afraid that you wouldn't touch me after..." The rest of her sentence was lost against his lips as he kissed her warmly and desperately.Within a few. But, we think it’s fine for us.” “What do you care about what other people think?” “I don’t want anybody to think I’m bad.” “Then don’t tell anybody.” “But I know. You and I know.” “It will be our secret, if you like.” Silence fell again. After a few moments, she said, “I liked the way you made love with me.” “I don’t think we made love, Elizabeth. I think we had sex. It was wonderful sex, all of it. But, I wouldn’t classify it as making love. You and I both wanted it, and we had a marvelous. ." He was sitting to my left. My left hand was on the table; he covered it with his, reached over with his right hand to my head and turned it toward him. We kissed.It proved to him his ‘logical inference’ points making a line, was true.He tested the next extension of that ‘logic.’His lips opened.Mine opened too.I closed my eyes, and let the kiss continue. When Rudy leaned back I could see my husband staring. If my possessive and assertive husband didn't like something that was happening he. While he personally hoped for the former, as he still held a desire for a relationship with the girl in the back of his mind, he was happy either way. The sound of the doorbell brought him out of his thoughts. He shoved the bag lunch he had just made into his backpack and looked at the clock. It was 7:45, nearly half an hour less than the two hours she had given him from the phone call. He smiled. Predictable as ever. She always showed up well early whenever wanting to go out. It was just.