"Do you want to go to the café?" She asked tentatively.

"Yes," he replied. He leaned in and gave her another brief kiss before standing. "Excuse me one moment. I must wash you off my face."

"Oh yeah," she blushed. "By the wet spot on this bed, there might be a lot of me to wash away."

"Beautiful Sydney, that is a lovely thing." He went into the bathroom and she hurried to find something to slip into. When he returned, he looked like he was heading for a photo ...