She was a fantastic kisser. Somehow he always forgot that until they were in the midst of it again. With some girls kissing was an appetizer only, but with Bethany he could be satisfied by kissing alone. As he kissed her behind her ear and inhaled the floral scent of her shampoo, Colin thought he could be happy doing nothing else for the rest of his life. He tended to forget that, too, once they were apart and discovering the feeling again with his arms around her protectively was like finding the same sweet surprise over and over.<br/><br/>Though with her legs wrapped around him, it wasn't too hard to imagine the rest of the meal. They'd made love here in the kitchen before, though it was a little outside of Bethany's comfort zone. Only just the once, as he recalled. It had been raining, leaving no chance for strangers on the sidewalk outside to peek through the wide bay windows and see anything to offend their Midwestern sensibilities. It had happened just the once, the novelty and thrill not worth the discomfort it had caused her.<br/><br/>"No, you're perfect. I'm the one who needs to change. Sorry, time kind of got away from me. Do you think I have time for a quick shower?" Before she could answer, there was a distinct knock at the door. He looked over at the door guiltily, then turned his head back for one more quick kiss. "Maybe not. I'll be right back in something more presentable. Don't start eating without me, or I will never forgive you."<br/><br/>Disentangling himself from her legs, he dashed up the stairs two at a time. Just like before a show, in the old days. Face, pits and crotch, a dash of cologne to cover the sweat, and a comb through wet hair. Only he had never performed in a pale pink dress shirt, designer jeans and a five hundred dollar linen sport coat. As he checked himself in the mirror again, hearing voices downstairs, he wondered briefly just who it was he was trying to impress.