"Andy," I whisper and break our kiss to look up into his eyes. The way he looks at me, so full of love, his eyes dark and intense, it always makes me sway a little. I smile and take his face into my hands and his eyes sparkle. I know he loves when I do that and I hear him groan.
"One of those days you'll drive me insane, Sharon O'Dwyer," he grumbles and closes his eyes. His lips are wet and still slightly parted and I snatch another quick kiss. I'm rewarded by his arms tightening around my waist.
"I was thinking," I start and I can feel the blush creeping up my cheeks, "I was thinking I could do something about that … maybe this weekend, at your place?"
Oh gosh! I have never propositioned a man before. I'm closer to sixty than I'd like to admit and here I am standing in the semi-darkness of my balcony and I can hear Andy take a deep breath.
"Sharon," he says and his voice is hoarse and sounds a little unsure, his eyes open now. I nod and feel like covering the redness in my cheeks with my hands.
"This weekend," I whisper and push myself up on my toes, "I don't want to wait anymore."
