Standing under the glow of the streetlights, he took her chin in his hand and turned her face toward him, his lips brushing hers tenderly. She shivered, but it wasn’t the cold, damp air causing her to tremble. She longed for more but didn’t wish to appear too eager.

Sensing her desire, he kissed his way down her neck. When she moaned softly, he pressed his body against hers and whispered, “I want you. Come home with me?”

“God, yes!” she whimpered, delighted that his need matched hers.

After three months of walking her home, he finally made a move.