If someone had told me yesterday that in twenty-four hours I'd be kissing Rodney McKay, I'd have said only if one of his little devices gave him boobs and an hour glass figure. But that's because I've had to hide my true feelings. Kissing Rodney is like falling into a coffee flavored heaven, sweet but at the same time so close to the sun it's fiery. I run a hand along the side of his face, feeling the light stubble that's there. His strong arms wrap around me and he pulls me on to the bed next to him.