A tingling sensation shot through her body as he gently rubbed her side. Oh god it was tender and intoxicating at the same time. She felt the urge to climb up onto his lip and plant a big-fat kiss on his full lips with hers. But her instinct told her no. [i]No. No bad Sharon let’s not scare him away.[/i] Another half of her that she never expected to find came forward and said, [i]Go ahead, I bet he’ll like it. I bet he’ll like it a lot![/i] That was something she wasn’t ready to try just yet.

The timer went off on the oven and she had never been so mad about the fact that a timer was going off. “I suppose I should get the pie out. My aunt was always particular about the timing.” With that and obvious hesitation, she left the couch and went into the small kitchen. Grabbing an oven glove she opened the oven only to be met with a flush of mist fogging her glasses and she began to laugh. “Well, that’s the bad thing about wearing glasses.” Pulling off her glasses with her free hand, she placed them gently onto the countertop before pulling out the pie and setting it on one of the burners. Closing the oven door with her hip, she turned off the oven and pulled the glove off of her hand. “It will need about fifteen minutes to cool before we can eat it. Or will have no taste buds to enjoy it.” With that she picked up her glasses and used the bottom of her shirt to wipe them clean.

Venturing back into the living room after setting another timer on the oven for cooling down she slipped her glasses back onto her face and sat herself back down in the position in which she had left. Yeah he wasn’t getting much of a choice, she liked cuddling and was going to take advantage of the fact that he was enjoying it to; or at least pretending like he did.