Some part of her had always known that this was how it was supposed to be. Everything else was always wrong. The fleeting thoughts that she'd had of them together had always made her blush, and...well, kissing anyone else just wasn't at all spectacular. Her mind wandered, analyzed...with Stephen, she forgot how to think and remembered only to feel.
His hand on her hip felt like it was burning a brand on her right through her jeans, but she didn't say a word about it. She liked it...wanted more. He always seemed to make her reconsider her resolve to wait...and to have their ceremony late October.
She pulled one leg up, her inner thigh brushing over his hip as she planted her foot there against the couch cushion. Her mind grasped at his words to understand them, to hold onto them long enough to answer before they turned to dust. But he made it so hard to think with those lips against her skin. He made it hard to keep her heart in her chest...it felt like it might be trying to escape, what with the quickness of it's rhythm.
"Because..." she gave a soft sigh, her breath almost catching, "...it's not Halloween yet." And that's what they had planned, right? It was a terribly weak excuse, but one of the best she could come up with at the moment. He made her feel totally kiss-drunk. He shouldn't stop...she never wanted this to stop.