“Don’t stop,” she tells me, and I capture her mouth in mine. Our kiss is frantic as we both move our hands in unison. I feel her pussy squeezing the shit out of my fingers. She lets go of my lips to call out my name, and I bury my face in her neck as I follow her off the edge. We both lie here, our chests rising and falling.

“If I don’t remember this in the morning, I really hope that my dreams remember it.” Her hand slips out of my pants now, and she lies there. I slowly slip out of her, and then I look over to see that she is sleeping. I shake my head and move out of her grasp.

“I really hope that you remember this in the morning, too,” I say to her sleeping body. I turn and walk to my room, falling on the covers. My hand goes to my chest as I press down on my heart that is beating so fast. I waited to be with her for so long, but I never thought it would be like that. I never thought that it would be a kiss that would make me not only want to kiss her tomorrow but to kiss her forever. I fall asleep to the memory of us together with her name on my lips.

When I get up the next morning, I smell bacon, and I know that she is already up. I walk down to the kitchen. “Morning,” I say, seeing if she turns and looks at me differently. She turns with a huge smile on her face.

“Morning,” she says. “I woke up with the biggest headache,” she says. Walking to the coffee machine, she makes me a cup and then hands it to me. “I am never drinking sweet tea again.” I stand here in the middle of my kitchen, not sure if I should tell her what happened. Do I bring it up, or is she embarrassed by it? “I also need to get the recipe.”

I sit down and drink the coffee faster than I should, and the burning hits me all the way down. “Well, I’m sure Billy will give you the recipe.”

“Do you have a busy day?” she asks, and I nod. “I’ll make your plate and then go take a shower.” She prepares my breakfast, not saying anything about the kiss. I look at her, and she avoids my eyes.

“Why don’t you come down to the office for lunch?” I say, ignoring the awkwardness. “Bring Ethan.”

“Okay,” she says, walking away with her cup of coffee. I get dressed, and when I walk out of my room and go to her room, she is sleeping on the bed. I walk out of the house with my heart heavy, and my head going in all types of direction.