Purple Heart

Mike tilted her head back and kissed her. "You taste like chocolate," he said with a smile. "What did you eat that you didn't share with me?"

"Half a Hershey bar."

Mike gently kissed her lips. "You taste better than a Hershey bar."

Jenna pulled away from him. "I n ... need a shower first."

"Okay, you take your shower. I'll be waiting for you."

Jenna hopped into the shower and indulged in a little cry while she had some warm water to wash the tears away. Who would have dreamed that her life would fall apart in the course of a few weeks?

Irrelevantly, she wished that she had a nice gown to wear; her old, thin, faded, cotton gown certainly didn't seem appropriate, but it probably didn't matter. He'd seen it once before, right? She brushed her teeth and finally rejoined Mike.

She felt a small shock when she saw him in her bed. He had turned on the bedside lamp, and Jenna saw that he had been reading her Good Housekeeping magazine. He tossed the magazine aside and folded back the covers. "Come to bed, honey," he coaxed.

Jenna slipped under the covers and pulled the sheet across her breasts as Mike slid closer to her and stroked her hair. "You've got such pretty hair. It shines and bounces all the time."

"Uh huh."

He ran a finger gently down her arm. "You're soft too. Your skin feels just like velvet."

"Oh, er..."

"I like the look of your lips too. I can't stand skinny lips, and yours are nice and full." He bent his head and brushed her lips with his own. "Very kissable."

He put his arms around Jenna. "You can hold me if you want to."

Jenna didn't want to, but so far things had gone pretty well so she did put her arms around him. She felt the play of hard muscle beneath her fingers, and her heart picked up a little speed.

"Kiss me, Jenna."