Isabella could feel the edges of her lips stretching widely.  She couldn’t help it, she was feeling so happy.  Almost giddy as a schoolgirl.  She couldn’t remember when a man had affected her like this.  When he kissed her cheek, she almost giggled.  It still felt warm from his lips.  For a moment she stood there, holding his hands, drinking in his face.  She wanted to take her finger and trace his soft lips, perhaps letting him taste of her finger.  She blushed, realizing where her mind was going.  She quickly spoke.<br/><br/>“Well, that’s pretty much the tour.  I guess I better head back and help Clarise clean up.”  She made no attempt to move.  In fact, she was having quite a little fantasy about him taking her in his arms, saying something like “I’m sure Clarise can manage by herself,” then kissing her passionately.  Wow.  She had to quit watching those “Gone With the Wind reruns.”  Still, she was content to just stand there and look at him.<br/><br/>