Their lips met and he swore he heard bells ringing. He ran his hands up and down her back reveling in the fact that he was actually holding and kissing her. She felt so good. She tasted so good. He had wasted so much time denying his love for her. But, not anymore. From now on he would tell and show her every day how much he loved her. He already had a plan in mind. Their first official date. And it wouldn't be at a comedy club either. No, he was going to take her out for a night on the town. Dinner. Dancing. He felt like a school boy asking a girl out for the first time. He was nervous and excited. But in order to ask her he had to stop kissing her. With great reluctance he stopped kissing her but still held her close.

Angela struggled to catch her breath after their earth shattering kiss. Her lips were swollen, her heart was light and carefree, and her stomach was fluttering with butterflies. In other words she had never felt better in her whole life. She lightly stroked his face with her fingers and smiled at him. Her first genuine smile since the whole mess had started. It felt good.

He saw her smile and returned one of his own. This feels right he thought. This is how it was always meant to be. And how it will always will be.

"Angela? I need to ask you something?"

"What's that?"

"Well since we are now together I would be honored if you would go out with me this Saturday night."

"Why Mr Micelli" she said teasingly."Are you asking me out on our first official date?"

"Why yes I am Ms Bower. " he winked at her.

"It won't be at a Comedy Club will it?" she laughed recalling their somewhat disastrous date they had over a year ago.

He laughed with her. "No, my love." Intertwining their hands together his expression turned serious. "I want to take you out for a night of dinner and dancing."

"Sounds wonderful." She smiled. "It would be my pleasure."

"Oh no, no, no. The pleasure will be all mine. I'll pick you up at six." he told her kissing the top of her head.

"I'll be ready."

She placed her head on his shoulder allowing him to breathe in the sweet strawberry scent of her hair. They were each lost in their own thoughts until she heard him chuckling.

"What's so funny?"

"Me."

"You?" perplexed she lifted her head off his shoulder to look at him.

"Yeah, I mean I can't believe that I was so scared to tell you how I felt. I guess I kept focusing on the negative and not the positive."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh you know I kept thinking that one of us -mainly me- would say or do something stupid and we would end up hating each other. I guess I never wanted to give us a chance as a couple because I was afraid of our friendship changing."

"Are you still scared?"

"Yes, I am. But not of loving you. I am scared that one day you'll wake up and realize..."

He didn't get a chance to finish because she silenced him with a kiss that was so loving and so breathtaking he nearly forgot his own name.

"You'll never have to worry about that. My love and my heart are all yours." she assured him when their kiss ended.

"And you have mine Sweetheart. You have mine."