He looked her in the eye, "Do you regret it?"

She gazed back, "Regret what?"

He turned his eyes back to the road, "Holding him, kissing him, making love him to him."

She blushed, "Don't regret a second of it."

He smiled, "That's good."

She put her arm around him, "Harry and I only made love once and it was a disaster." She admitted the words now flowing freely from her mind to her mouth.

"Was he bad?"

She laughed, giggled almost, "No that wasn't it." She said now regretting she had brought up the subject.

He caressed her arm softly, "What was it then."

She pulled away from him and stared out the window, "It doesn't matter what happened."

He kissed her cheek, "Ok." Love was a strong word she knew it'd be awhile before she said it to him, or anyone else besides Harry for that matter. Harry was over and she was having a terrible time grasping that.





He pulled into Starbucks small parking lot.