It had been a wonderful real first date. Oliver had been so handsome and Shane never looked as beautiful.
They had a wonderful meal, no group therapy with the seafood. Romance was blossoming all around.
The ride home was quiet, but a good quiet filled with little glances, blushes and hand holding.
When they reached Shane's home, always the gentleman, Oliver opened the car door and offered his hand. Shane felt like a young girl on her first date. They walked arm in arm to Shane's door.
Shane turned and smiled sweetly at her escort. Oliver was overwhelmed by her sweetness.
Somehow he found his voice. "Miss McInerney, may I kiss you?" Came out of his mouth before he could stop it.
Cocking her head to one side feeling somewhat annoyed she answered. "No, Oliver, you may not kiss MISS MCINERNEY! "
Oliver's smile left and his posture wilted like lettuce . He looked at her with those sad puppy dog eyes.
She almost regretted saying it, but then she saw him connect the dots.
Suddenly the smile was back and his posture was straight and confident again. He cleared his throat and rephrased the question.
"Shane, may I kiss you?"
Her smile was sweet as she answered. "Yes, Oliver, yo..."
Before she could finnish her answer she felt two warm lips firmly caressing hers.
Before getting lost in the kiss, they each thought, "All is right with the world."