It was the greatest feeling in the world to kiss Becky; he could stay there for hours tasting her lips, feeling the softness of her under his hands, feeling every part of her body, feeling every cell of her skin, and exploring every inch of her mouth, sipping from her lips, loving the way she tasted with the hint of raspberry lip gloss mixed with the mint of her toothpaste.

God, Abby, what would have happened if she hadn't interrupted them? What would have happened if she'd walked in ...