“Oh good, I thought I was going to be underdressed” she looks so cute when she is nervous.

“No, you look great. Come on in, I was just making dinner.”

“Making?”

“Yes..stuffed shells..is that ok?”

“Ya, I love Italian food, I just didn’t know you could cook.”

“One of the many things you didn’t know about me.” I give her a little wink and a head nod telling her to follow me into the kitchen.

We get into the kitchen and I start stuffing shells again. She has a seat on a barstool. We don’t really say anything, but it is the most comfortable silence I have ever experienced. I can feel her watching me, but I don’t really care. I however don’t feel when she gets up off the barstool and comes behind me. That scared the shit out of me.  She gently put her arms around my waist and held me. Once I had gotten used to the initial shock and could actually think again, I continued to stuff. That didn’t last too long..so began to talk to me and her breath hitting my neck was driving me all kinds of crazy. 

“You’re really good at that, I wish I new how to cook”

“um..wow..it’s not really that hard..I could show you sometime”

“I like watching you better”

She began to place barely there kisses on my neck. I was in heaven. I put down the shell I was stuffing, wipe of my hands and turn in her arms. The look in her eyes is telling me that she is scared. 

“hey, what’s wrong?”

“nothing, did I do something wrong?”

“NO!! you just look unsure and scared” I tell her as I place my hands around her back so it’s almost like we’re hugging but not really. 

“I like you, A LOT, but I’m afraid of how you make me feel”

I smile when she tells me this, she feels the same way as I do?

“..and how do I make you feel?”

“blissfully carefree”