Surprised at her own actions, Marti giggled nervously.  The day had gotten off to such a glorious start, sharing breakfast, and lingering over coffee, made plans to explore Wiamea beach together.  The feeling of his arm around her waist, only a few short moments ago, gave her a feeling of belonging.  Had she gone and ruined everything, by kissing him?<br/><br/>"I, ah. . .um. . .I", she stammered, thinking she should apologize, but she really didn't want to.  She had enjoyed the kiss, brief though it was, and had liked the feel, the taste of his lips on hers.  Her blush deepened, as she tried to read his face, his raised eyebrows, but couldn't.  "Damnit!" she thought to herself.<br/><br/>The moments that passed until he spoke seemed like an eternity, but as she listened to his words, and his own nervous chuckle, the smile on her face, reached her eyes.  He was asking permission to kiss her again!  He wanted to kiss her again!<br/><br/>She glanced at his hand, still on the key in the ignition, and then as it moved to go her neck.  She leaned willingly over the console, licked her lips, closed her eyes, and waited. . .