She dug through the cabinets as he added water to the coffee pot and put scoops of coffee into the filter and popped it in. He scanned the front until he found the start button and pressed it.

“You weren’t joking about needing help, this thing has so many buttons,” he chuckled as he watched her stand on tip toes to pull something from an upper cabinet. He slipped behind her and reached for it, their fingers brushing gently. She gasped and turned to face him. He set the package of cookies on the counter and placed his hands on her waist and grinned down at her.

“Now show me again how that kissing thing went again.”

Her heart raced from the closeness and she could feel the warmth of his hands through the thick flannel she wore. She bit the inside of her cheek nervously before taking his face in her hands, her thumbs pressed into the skin behind his ears. She that spot softly as she closed her eyes and pressed her body against his and lowered his lips to hers, kissing softly at first. She felt his hands grip her waist a little tighter and she put more into the kiss, her tongue swept against his lips and with a soft sigh he opened his mouth and she his lips once more before sliding her tongue in and against his. He groaned and pulled back, his eyes wide.

“Woman, you’re going to be the death of me.” He pressed his forehead to hers and took a deep breath. “What happened to that shy girl that took three glasses of wine to get the co