Thursday, October 18, 2012
There's something to be said for those unexpected moments when a fire that's always stoked gets a bit hotter and flares into full blown flames. Even if that unexpected moment is just a kiss. A stolen one. In the kitchen. While the mother-in-law sits at the dinner table with the kids, chattering and laughing.
Not a peck or a smooch, but a kiss. A hands in the hair, he's cupping the back of your head and it's like you've just started dating and can't help but touch one another kiss. A movie kiss. Yeah...that kind.
People ask me how I keep writing all this love and sex and romance stuff. I'm an old married fogie, right? The answer is easy. Stolen kitchen movie kisses and so, so, so much more.