Author's Note: I really appreciate the reviews I've been given for this
story. Please keep them coming, they fuel my imagination and my thoughts.
I'd also like to take this opportunity to apologize for not posting the
succeeding chapters right away. I've been pretty busy at work but if you
bear with me, I promise I'll give you a good story. This has got to be the
longest chapter I've come up with.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Love Hina.
Time flew as Keitaro stayed in his room, confused about the events that transpired a few hours before.
"Aaah. . . I better get ready. One hour left before eight in the evening and Motoko-chan will be waiting for me already. I don't understand what's going on. . . I know I'm with Narusegawa, but I'm starting to feel attracted to Motoko-chan. . . I can't betray Naru. . . but Motoko-chan will be expecting me downstairs and I don't want to be rude. . . It's a good thing I didn't spend all my money. . ." Keitaro's thoughts were in disarray.
"Oh well, I guess I should just treat this like a friendly date. . ." He convinced himself.
Keitaro proceeded to his private wooden tub to soak his confusion away for a few minutes. Aside from his date with Motoko, everything in Hinata Sou seemed normal.
Motoko just came back from the onsen and was busily preparing herself for some time out with the young kanrinin. Her mind was trying to talk her out of her plans with Keitaro, but her feelings were shouting something else. Motoko put on short dress that wasn't too classy but stunning nonetheless. She faced the mirror hanging by the wall and started combing her long black hair. Motoko watched herself as the comb ran through the soft strands of her mane and saw an image of Naru walking down a street, holding hands with Keitaro. Motoko froze and a tear fell from her eye.
"Naru-san is my friend and I do not wish to destroy what I have with her. . . But now that I have come to terms with my own feelings for Keitaro, I can't turn back. . . I do not wish to turn back. . . And somehow, I have this feeling that he is also interested in me. . . I don't understand. . . I don't know how to deal with these emotions. . ." Motoko thought, bowing her head in despair. "I have already exposed myself by expressing my feelings for Keitaro-kun. I do not wish to intentionally pull him away from Naru-san but I also cannot bear to be without him. Now that the stage is set, I will play fair. From this night on, it will be Keitaro-kun's decision who he wants to end up with and I will gladly accept his decision when the time comes." Motoko promised herself. She then wiped her tears and looked at the beautiful woman looking at the mirror before her.
Keitaro couldn't think of what to wear. "I hope Motoko-chan is not expecting a glamorous date. I have just enough for a simple dinner. . ." He picked up a nice blue shirt and slacks and proceeded downstairs.
On his way to the lobby, he passed by the kitchen where Shinobu's head popped out and called, "Dinner's ready!!! Oh, sempai. . . I didn't know you were here." She smiled. "You look great. . ." Shinobu blushed. "Are you going somewhere? Dinner's ready."
"Oh, I'm sorry Shinobu. . . Um. . . Motoko asked me to help her with something and we might take long outside. . . is it okay if we pass first?" Keitaro nervously answered. He was trying to be careful not to offend Shinobu in any way.
"Okay. . ." Shinobu replied. She then went back into the kitchen, obviously disheartened.
The rest of the girls rushed towards the kitchen like bloodhounds following a scent. Su, on her way to the kitchen passed by Motoko's room and noticed the young swordswoman all dressed up.
"Where ya goin' Motoko-chan? It's not like you to be going out alone late in the evening." Su inquired.
"I have some errands to finish but don't worry, I asked Keitaro to accompany me." She replied.
"Keitaro? Accompany you?"
"Yes, Keitaro will accompany me." Motoko repeated.
"Oh, okay. . . ya having dinner here?" Su never seemed to run out of questions.
"Maybe not, I'll see you guys later when I get back."
"All right. . ." Su then fled down the corridor screaming, "Leave some food for me! I'm coming!!!"
Keitaro was waiting in the lobby, reading a magazine that must have been there for a decade now. The pages were starting to turn yellow and brittle. He looked at his watch and checked the time.
"Hmmm. a minute before eight. It's not like Motoko-chan to be late. Maybe she is really starting to become a woman." He mused. Just before the hand turned to eight, Motoko appeared, smiling at Keitaro.
"You seem excited about tonight." Motoko commented.
Keitaro could barely keep his mouth shut. Motoko never wore clothes like Kitsune or Naru did and that's probably why anything she wears aside from her usual outfit seems to look very good on her.
"You. . . look incredible. . ." Keitaro managed to say.
Motoko blushed, bringing more color into her beautiful cheeks.
"I'm glad you didn't wear heels or you would've made me look like a midget."
Motoko smiled. "So, shall we?"
The two left the Inn and headed to town. They walked together but there was no contact between them and they were silent most of the way. There was tension in the air and in their own respective minds, they were thinking of ways to break the ice.
"I promised, I wouldn't be aggressive anymore but nothing's going to happen if I don't make a move. . ." Motoko thought.
Keitaro was busy sorting out his own thoughts also. "I know I'm not supposed to be holding hands with her but we can't go on like this throughout the evening. . . What should I. . ."
Motoko wrapped her arms around Keitaro's and smiled at him. "I'm staring to feel cold. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not." Keitaro replied. "I'm glad she made the first move. It would've been so awkward to just hold her hand out of the blue. At least I have her close to me. . ." Keitaro thought.
"What are you thinking, Keitaro?" Motoko asked.
"Huh. . .? Oh. . . nothing. . . I was just thinking where you might want to eat. . ." Keitaro replied.
"I'm okay where you are." She smiled.
"Well. . . er. . . I don't know if you're okay with it. . . but I love beef bowls. . ."
"Beef bowls sounds good!" Motoko interrupted.
"Aaah. . . she didn't get mad at me for wanting to have beef bowl for dinner!" Keitaro thought. He was almost in tears. "Narusegawa would have already thrown a fit by this time! Motoko-chan is so simple! I'm so lucky tonight!!!"
"Keitaro. . ." Motoko looked up at him. "The stoplight says 'DO NOT WALK'. You don't want to get run over on our first date would you?"
"Eh. . . Sorry. . ." Keitaro was scratching his head. "I'm just happy you didn't react violently when I told you I wanted to got to a beef bowl place."
Motoko smiled at him. "I'm not hard to please, you know. . ."
Keitaro smiled. He knew he was happy. He was on a date and for the first time, he didn't have to worry about making a good impression. He was himself right now and all he had to do was to try and not screw this date up.
Motoko followed Keitaro into his favorite beef bowl place and had him order for her. She never really fancied these places but tonight, it didn't seem to bother her. She was happy to have him beside her and she was also happily eating the food he ordered for her.
"Motoko-chan, there's something I'd like to talk to you about. . ." Keitaro voiced out.
"I'm all ears, Keitaro." She replied.
"I just want you to know that I really appreciate having you here with me. I mean, its not like I planned this date or something, but I'm glad were together like this. I can't imagine you putting down your sword just to spend some time with me and I'm glad we're getting to know each other a little better."
Motoko felt her heart skip a beat and turned red. She wasn't used to hearing stuff like this from guys, especially from one she liked, but she knew she had to keep her composure. Keitaro's words were turning her knees into jell-o.
"You can be a sweet talker too, you know. . ." Motoko replied with a hint of sarcasm. "I bet Naru-san hears this from you all the time."
"Well, not all the time. . . she usually does most of the talking when we're together. No sweet talk, just plain, old talk." Keitaro answered back. Motoko sensed a hint of frustration in his voice. "You know, Motoko- chan, I never thought I'd be able to spend time with you like this. I hate to compare but when I'm with Narusegawa, I don't get to talk a lot about how I feel and what I think. She either interrupts me or she always has something to say about anything. If only some of you could take time to just listen, maybe you can find me a deeper person."
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to see it that way before and I'm glad you've proven me wrong." Motoko whispered.
"No need to apologize, Motoko-chan. All things reveal themselves in due time." The two smiled at each other afterwards and then silently finished their respective meals.
"Hey, there's someplace I'd like to take you where we can fight without getting hurt." Keitaro suggested.
"Wow, that sounds good!" Motoko happily replied.
"Okay, let's go then! Don't expect so much okay?" Keitaro nervously added. He was having too good a time to screw this up.
Keitaro dragged Motoko out of the restaurant and quickly walked towards the building on the other end of the block.
"Where are you taking me, Keitaro?"
"Just you wait and see. . ." There was excitement in Keitaro's voice that Motoko was somehow catching onto. They were both inside the establishment in no time and were walking towards a brightly lit place with lots of male teenagers about.
"An arcade?!" Motoko asked. "Great, and I thought he was starting to become really slick. . ." She said to herself.
Keitaro noticed Motoko's change in expression. "Motoko, I know you're not used to going to places like this and if you really don't like it, we can leave and go someplace else. . . Just give me a chance and I promise you'll enjoy this."
"Oh. . .okay. . ." Motoko complied. "At least we're together." She thought.
Keitaro dragged her inside and bumped into a few acquaintances along the way.
"Whoa, Keitaro! Who's the chick?!" yelled Shirai.
"Yeah! How'd you score this one?" added Haitani.
"Oh hi guys, I'm surprised you don't remember Motoko Aoyama from Hinata Sou. . . she really knows how to sweep guys off their feet. . . remember now?" Keitaro, nudging Haitani.
Motoko just smiled at the two.
"Aaah. . . of course. . . he heh. . ." They replied nervously. "But. . . but. . . we thought you were with. . ."
Keitaro faced the two with both eyes wide open, hiding his expression from Motoko.
"Right. . . we get the point. . . well, uh. . . see you guys soon. . . have fun!" They managed to say before disappearing from sight.
"Those two are obnoxious." Motoko retorted.
"Don't worry about them Motoko, they're harmless." Keitaro said with a smile. "Oh, there it is, let's get some credits first!" He grabbed Motoko's hand and headed for the teller. Motoko followed without a word. She was completely enjoying his hand holding hers.
Keitaro then led Motoko to a booth and offered her a seat.
"This is the latest sword fighting game out in the market. . ." he then proceeded to teach her the controls for the game.
Motoko quickly picked up the instructions and began playing with Keitaro. She started enjoying the game and was beginning to beat Keitaro. In thirty minutes time, the whole booth was surrounded by teenagers watching the screen.
"Wow! That girl's pretty good!" the crowd remarked.
Soon after, there was a line of male teenagers beside Motoko, waiting to challenge her. Each guy would take his turn and would eventually leave, beaten. Motoko didn't care. She was enjoying this. In fact, she was enjoying this too much that she forgot Keitaro was already nowhere to be found!
Time passed. "The arcade will be closing in fifteen minutes. Thank you." Came the announcement.
The line that seemed to never end eventually thinned out. Motoko only realized that Keitaro was missing when she was playing with the last guy on the line. This made her lose concentration and caused her defeat. The guy jumped with joy and ran away, screaming "I WON!!! I WON!!! I BEAT THAT LADY!!! I WON!!!"
Motoko didn't care. She was scanning the whole arcade, looking for Keitaro. The only ones around were the clean up guys, picking up the trash scattered on the floor. Motoko's happiness turned to anxiety. She was starting to become frantic when she turned around and found Keitaro seated in the booth behind her, his head resting on his palms, fast asleep.
Motoko smiled, stood up pinched Keitaro on the cheek. Keitaro woke up, startled.
"I thought you already left me. I'm sorry I forgot about you. I was enjoying the game so much." Motoko apologized.
Keitaro just smiled at her. "I wouldn't do that. I just sat myself here, watching you but I fell asleep." Keitaro replied.
"That's sweet of you. . ."
"What time is it anyway?" He turned to his wrist and found the time five minutes past eleven in the evening. "Oh, it's already late. We better head home."
"Yes, we should." Motoko agreed.
The walk home was short. They both didn't want this night to end. At least not yet. They found Hinata Sou dark and quiet. The rest of the girls were probably already fast asleep.
"Keitaro. . ." Motoko whispered.
"Yes, Motoko-chan?"
"Would it be too much if I ask you to take me to my room?" She nervously asked.
"Of course not. I guess nobody would mind anyway." He replied.
The two walked up the stairs and headed towards the door to Motoko's room. Before entering, Motoko took hold of each of Keitaro's hands and looked into his eyes.
"I didn't expect to have so much fun tonight. I just wanted to spend some time with you alone and you gave me more than that. Thank you so much Keitaro." Motoko whispered.
"You're very welcome, Motoko-chan. I had fun too. I'm glad I was able to spend time with you too."
Motoko pulled Keitaro towards her and their lips met like opposite poles of a magnet. Motoko wrapped her arms around Keitaro's neck and Keitaro held her body in his arms, bodies pressed together as they both shared a deep, long, passionate kiss.
Additional Notes from the Author: I was not able to proof read this chapter because I have to leave now to prepare for a Christmas party. My apologies for the typographical and grammatical errors. I'll fix them up as soon as I get back from the weekend. Thanks for reading!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Love Hina.
Time flew as Keitaro stayed in his room, confused about the events that transpired a few hours before.
"Aaah. . . I better get ready. One hour left before eight in the evening and Motoko-chan will be waiting for me already. I don't understand what's going on. . . I know I'm with Narusegawa, but I'm starting to feel attracted to Motoko-chan. . . I can't betray Naru. . . but Motoko-chan will be expecting me downstairs and I don't want to be rude. . . It's a good thing I didn't spend all my money. . ." Keitaro's thoughts were in disarray.
"Oh well, I guess I should just treat this like a friendly date. . ." He convinced himself.
Keitaro proceeded to his private wooden tub to soak his confusion away for a few minutes. Aside from his date with Motoko, everything in Hinata Sou seemed normal.
Motoko just came back from the onsen and was busily preparing herself for some time out with the young kanrinin. Her mind was trying to talk her out of her plans with Keitaro, but her feelings were shouting something else. Motoko put on short dress that wasn't too classy but stunning nonetheless. She faced the mirror hanging by the wall and started combing her long black hair. Motoko watched herself as the comb ran through the soft strands of her mane and saw an image of Naru walking down a street, holding hands with Keitaro. Motoko froze and a tear fell from her eye.
"Naru-san is my friend and I do not wish to destroy what I have with her. . . But now that I have come to terms with my own feelings for Keitaro, I can't turn back. . . I do not wish to turn back. . . And somehow, I have this feeling that he is also interested in me. . . I don't understand. . . I don't know how to deal with these emotions. . ." Motoko thought, bowing her head in despair. "I have already exposed myself by expressing my feelings for Keitaro-kun. I do not wish to intentionally pull him away from Naru-san but I also cannot bear to be without him. Now that the stage is set, I will play fair. From this night on, it will be Keitaro-kun's decision who he wants to end up with and I will gladly accept his decision when the time comes." Motoko promised herself. She then wiped her tears and looked at the beautiful woman looking at the mirror before her.
Keitaro couldn't think of what to wear. "I hope Motoko-chan is not expecting a glamorous date. I have just enough for a simple dinner. . ." He picked up a nice blue shirt and slacks and proceeded downstairs.
On his way to the lobby, he passed by the kitchen where Shinobu's head popped out and called, "Dinner's ready!!! Oh, sempai. . . I didn't know you were here." She smiled. "You look great. . ." Shinobu blushed. "Are you going somewhere? Dinner's ready."
"Oh, I'm sorry Shinobu. . . Um. . . Motoko asked me to help her with something and we might take long outside. . . is it okay if we pass first?" Keitaro nervously answered. He was trying to be careful not to offend Shinobu in any way.
"Okay. . ." Shinobu replied. She then went back into the kitchen, obviously disheartened.
The rest of the girls rushed towards the kitchen like bloodhounds following a scent. Su, on her way to the kitchen passed by Motoko's room and noticed the young swordswoman all dressed up.
"Where ya goin' Motoko-chan? It's not like you to be going out alone late in the evening." Su inquired.
"I have some errands to finish but don't worry, I asked Keitaro to accompany me." She replied.
"Keitaro? Accompany you?"
"Yes, Keitaro will accompany me." Motoko repeated.
"Oh, okay. . . ya having dinner here?" Su never seemed to run out of questions.
"Maybe not, I'll see you guys later when I get back."
"All right. . ." Su then fled down the corridor screaming, "Leave some food for me! I'm coming!!!"
Keitaro was waiting in the lobby, reading a magazine that must have been there for a decade now. The pages were starting to turn yellow and brittle. He looked at his watch and checked the time.
"Hmmm. a minute before eight. It's not like Motoko-chan to be late. Maybe she is really starting to become a woman." He mused. Just before the hand turned to eight, Motoko appeared, smiling at Keitaro.
"You seem excited about tonight." Motoko commented.
Keitaro could barely keep his mouth shut. Motoko never wore clothes like Kitsune or Naru did and that's probably why anything she wears aside from her usual outfit seems to look very good on her.
"You. . . look incredible. . ." Keitaro managed to say.
Motoko blushed, bringing more color into her beautiful cheeks.
"I'm glad you didn't wear heels or you would've made me look like a midget."
Motoko smiled. "So, shall we?"
The two left the Inn and headed to town. They walked together but there was no contact between them and they were silent most of the way. There was tension in the air and in their own respective minds, they were thinking of ways to break the ice.
"I promised, I wouldn't be aggressive anymore but nothing's going to happen if I don't make a move. . ." Motoko thought.
Keitaro was busy sorting out his own thoughts also. "I know I'm not supposed to be holding hands with her but we can't go on like this throughout the evening. . . What should I. . ."
Motoko wrapped her arms around Keitaro's and smiled at him. "I'm staring to feel cold. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course not." Keitaro replied. "I'm glad she made the first move. It would've been so awkward to just hold her hand out of the blue. At least I have her close to me. . ." Keitaro thought.
"What are you thinking, Keitaro?" Motoko asked.
"Huh. . .? Oh. . . nothing. . . I was just thinking where you might want to eat. . ." Keitaro replied.
"I'm okay where you are." She smiled.
"Well. . . er. . . I don't know if you're okay with it. . . but I love beef bowls. . ."
"Beef bowls sounds good!" Motoko interrupted.
"Aaah. . . she didn't get mad at me for wanting to have beef bowl for dinner!" Keitaro thought. He was almost in tears. "Narusegawa would have already thrown a fit by this time! Motoko-chan is so simple! I'm so lucky tonight!!!"
"Keitaro. . ." Motoko looked up at him. "The stoplight says 'DO NOT WALK'. You don't want to get run over on our first date would you?"
"Eh. . . Sorry. . ." Keitaro was scratching his head. "I'm just happy you didn't react violently when I told you I wanted to got to a beef bowl place."
Motoko smiled at him. "I'm not hard to please, you know. . ."
Keitaro smiled. He knew he was happy. He was on a date and for the first time, he didn't have to worry about making a good impression. He was himself right now and all he had to do was to try and not screw this date up.
Motoko followed Keitaro into his favorite beef bowl place and had him order for her. She never really fancied these places but tonight, it didn't seem to bother her. She was happy to have him beside her and she was also happily eating the food he ordered for her.
"Motoko-chan, there's something I'd like to talk to you about. . ." Keitaro voiced out.
"I'm all ears, Keitaro." She replied.
"I just want you to know that I really appreciate having you here with me. I mean, its not like I planned this date or something, but I'm glad were together like this. I can't imagine you putting down your sword just to spend some time with me and I'm glad we're getting to know each other a little better."
Motoko felt her heart skip a beat and turned red. She wasn't used to hearing stuff like this from guys, especially from one she liked, but she knew she had to keep her composure. Keitaro's words were turning her knees into jell-o.
"You can be a sweet talker too, you know. . ." Motoko replied with a hint of sarcasm. "I bet Naru-san hears this from you all the time."
"Well, not all the time. . . she usually does most of the talking when we're together. No sweet talk, just plain, old talk." Keitaro answered back. Motoko sensed a hint of frustration in his voice. "You know, Motoko- chan, I never thought I'd be able to spend time with you like this. I hate to compare but when I'm with Narusegawa, I don't get to talk a lot about how I feel and what I think. She either interrupts me or she always has something to say about anything. If only some of you could take time to just listen, maybe you can find me a deeper person."
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to see it that way before and I'm glad you've proven me wrong." Motoko whispered.
"No need to apologize, Motoko-chan. All things reveal themselves in due time." The two smiled at each other afterwards and then silently finished their respective meals.
"Hey, there's someplace I'd like to take you where we can fight without getting hurt." Keitaro suggested.
"Wow, that sounds good!" Motoko happily replied.
"Okay, let's go then! Don't expect so much okay?" Keitaro nervously added. He was having too good a time to screw this up.
Keitaro dragged Motoko out of the restaurant and quickly walked towards the building on the other end of the block.
"Where are you taking me, Keitaro?"
"Just you wait and see. . ." There was excitement in Keitaro's voice that Motoko was somehow catching onto. They were both inside the establishment in no time and were walking towards a brightly lit place with lots of male teenagers about.
"An arcade?!" Motoko asked. "Great, and I thought he was starting to become really slick. . ." She said to herself.
Keitaro noticed Motoko's change in expression. "Motoko, I know you're not used to going to places like this and if you really don't like it, we can leave and go someplace else. . . Just give me a chance and I promise you'll enjoy this."
"Oh. . .okay. . ." Motoko complied. "At least we're together." She thought.
Keitaro dragged her inside and bumped into a few acquaintances along the way.
"Whoa, Keitaro! Who's the chick?!" yelled Shirai.
"Yeah! How'd you score this one?" added Haitani.
"Oh hi guys, I'm surprised you don't remember Motoko Aoyama from Hinata Sou. . . she really knows how to sweep guys off their feet. . . remember now?" Keitaro, nudging Haitani.
Motoko just smiled at the two.
"Aaah. . . of course. . . he heh. . ." They replied nervously. "But. . . but. . . we thought you were with. . ."
Keitaro faced the two with both eyes wide open, hiding his expression from Motoko.
"Right. . . we get the point. . . well, uh. . . see you guys soon. . . have fun!" They managed to say before disappearing from sight.
"Those two are obnoxious." Motoko retorted.
"Don't worry about them Motoko, they're harmless." Keitaro said with a smile. "Oh, there it is, let's get some credits first!" He grabbed Motoko's hand and headed for the teller. Motoko followed without a word. She was completely enjoying his hand holding hers.
Keitaro then led Motoko to a booth and offered her a seat.
"This is the latest sword fighting game out in the market. . ." he then proceeded to teach her the controls for the game.
Motoko quickly picked up the instructions and began playing with Keitaro. She started enjoying the game and was beginning to beat Keitaro. In thirty minutes time, the whole booth was surrounded by teenagers watching the screen.
"Wow! That girl's pretty good!" the crowd remarked.
Soon after, there was a line of male teenagers beside Motoko, waiting to challenge her. Each guy would take his turn and would eventually leave, beaten. Motoko didn't care. She was enjoying this. In fact, she was enjoying this too much that she forgot Keitaro was already nowhere to be found!
Time passed. "The arcade will be closing in fifteen minutes. Thank you." Came the announcement.
The line that seemed to never end eventually thinned out. Motoko only realized that Keitaro was missing when she was playing with the last guy on the line. This made her lose concentration and caused her defeat. The guy jumped with joy and ran away, screaming "I WON!!! I WON!!! I BEAT THAT LADY!!! I WON!!!"
Motoko didn't care. She was scanning the whole arcade, looking for Keitaro. The only ones around were the clean up guys, picking up the trash scattered on the floor. Motoko's happiness turned to anxiety. She was starting to become frantic when she turned around and found Keitaro seated in the booth behind her, his head resting on his palms, fast asleep.
Motoko smiled, stood up pinched Keitaro on the cheek. Keitaro woke up, startled.
"I thought you already left me. I'm sorry I forgot about you. I was enjoying the game so much." Motoko apologized.
Keitaro just smiled at her. "I wouldn't do that. I just sat myself here, watching you but I fell asleep." Keitaro replied.
"That's sweet of you. . ."
"What time is it anyway?" He turned to his wrist and found the time five minutes past eleven in the evening. "Oh, it's already late. We better head home."
"Yes, we should." Motoko agreed.
The walk home was short. They both didn't want this night to end. At least not yet. They found Hinata Sou dark and quiet. The rest of the girls were probably already fast asleep.
"Keitaro. . ." Motoko whispered.
"Yes, Motoko-chan?"
"Would it be too much if I ask you to take me to my room?" She nervously asked.
"Of course not. I guess nobody would mind anyway." He replied.
The two walked up the stairs and headed towards the door to Motoko's room. Before entering, Motoko took hold of each of Keitaro's hands and looked into his eyes.
"I didn't expect to have so much fun tonight. I just wanted to spend some time with you alone and you gave me more than that. Thank you so much Keitaro." Motoko whispered.
"You're very welcome, Motoko-chan. I had fun too. I'm glad I was able to spend time with you too."
Motoko pulled Keitaro towards her and their lips met like opposite poles of a magnet. Motoko wrapped her arms around Keitaro's neck and Keitaro held her body in his arms, bodies pressed together as they both shared a deep, long, passionate kiss.
Additional Notes from the Author: I was not able to proof read this chapter because I have to leave now to prepare for a Christmas party. My apologies for the typographical and grammatical errors. I'll fix them up as soon as I get back from the weekend. Thanks for reading!