I found myself counting every freckle on her nose, and finding each one more beautiful than the last. Then my gaze was inescapably drawn down to her b...re shoulder, half-covered in golden locks of her wavy hair. Catching myself, I glanced back up to her face to find her watching me. She had the faintest pink tinge in her cheeks and was biting her bottom lip in the way she does when she’s nervous.“Robin…” she whispered, sliding nearer to me under the covers.It was as if I’d just opened the pages. He looked at me, I was slightly taller than him, 'Go on, take a look around, there is only us', and as he spoke he smiled warmly, 'Like some coffee', he asked, 'Sure why not', I thanked him and he started walking towards the back where the coffee machine was.'You'll find the dildo over there, lingerie over there, DVD's there, and viewing booths just back there', hid arm gesticulating and pointing in each direction, then he was gone, leaving me with a choice, and what a choice, considering that. He’d taken the items home and thrown them deep in the back of a drawer. At least, he would not have to deal with Ann’s bickering on that particular subject anymore.He’d realized he was gay during seventh grade. His math teacher was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen in his life, and he’d dreamed about the man until the school had ended.It was a good thing his mom was open-minded about everything. When confused and a bit scared he’d told her about his crash and the fact that he didn’t. His waking before me carried into the weekend so every morning for over thirty five years he kissed me like that.It may not sound like much but to us, it meant a lot.John and I married only months of meeting each other. Most of our respective families thought we were tying the knot too soon and tried to talk us out of it. We married anyway and have never regretted our decision. Two kids and three grandchildren later made our life even better.But it was that morning ritual of him kissing my.