She pulled away, "No, Harry." He looked hurt. He could have kicked himself, he should have known she didn't want to make love to him, she never did. Except for that night and he screwed that up anyways. There were a couple of others times, but that was it.

He was fine with that though, well he pretended to be. He wrapped his arms around her and lay down next to her. She laid her head on his chest, "I'm sorry I'm just well not in the mood." She admitted. He kissed her forehead and thought yeah you're in the mood to kiss me, touch me and tease me but not make love to me?

He shrugged gruffly, "Whatever." He lay down uncomfortably next to her. Why does she have to be so pretty he wondered? She kissed his forehead softly.

She let him get comfortable next to her, "Do you want to go somewhere tonight?" She questioned with desire. He grinned.

"Like where?"

She shook her hair out of her face, "Could we camp at the beach? We'd have to buy a tent, but I think it'd be fun." The whole idea intrigued him he'd never camped on the beach before.

He smiled, "Sounds like fun." She licked her lips softly. She knew he'd like it. She pulled him to his feet.

"Let's buy a tent and hit the road to find a place where we can camp." Ronnie said nearly jumping with excitement.