L.A. (Light Album)

After selecting two albums, new groups he hadn't heard while in South America, he turned to her, his mouth opening, but not speaking. She watched him, feeling his hesitance, uncertainty. She smiled, trying to make him feel more comfortable. He smiled back, a bit embarrassed. Her smile grew. He really was quite handsome. "I was about to kiss you," he finally said. "Why didn't you?" she asked. "I felt awkward," he admitted. "Out of practice. I haven't been alone with a girl for two years." "You are now," she answered, realizing she would like this man to kiss her and perhaps even more. "I know," he said leaning to her. Their lips met, lightly brushing against one another. She trembled, suddenly aware of how attracted she was to this man, this total stranger. He eased back, his eyes studying hers. "Is that what you call a kiss?" she said coyly. "Just remembering the feel of it," he answered, his arm slipping around her waist. She came to him when his arm tightened. His mouth covered hers, his tongue flicking out and dueling with hers ...»