Chapter 20As we lay together afterward, with the comforter tangled up in our legs, I wanted to do what I had tried to do on the walk home - tell her I loved her. I rolled onto my side so I could look her directly in the face and kissed her on the forehead. We nuzzled together for a little bit, foreheads gently touching, eyes closed, and I breathed in her scent. She always smelled good, even glistening with sweat after exercise.
I drew back a little so my eyes could focus and said, “Anne, I ...”
She got the briefest look of panic on her face, and kissed me before I could finish. The first time could have been a coincidence, but the second time felt deliberate. The third time would tell me for sure. After a long, slow, deep, wet kiss, I looked her straight in the eye, again, and said, “Ann
