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"Me?" She shrieked and looked at him. But he was serious.

"Yes, you." He smiled. "I don't want to seem too forward, but would you mind if I kissed you?"

"I-I…"

And then he did, and the world began to fade away, replaced by the sweetness of his kiss. It wasn't a kiss from a boy, but from a man. And he feasted on her soft lips for long lingering moments. But the kiss wasn't rushed or hurried, just thoroughly mind blowingly sweet.

She moaned just a little and he smiled.

He stared into her shining eyes. "Wrap your arms around me, and let yourself go, Leah." He whispered and then he kissed her again.

She did as he asked and closed her eyes. It was like floating on a cloud. She drown in his kisses.

When he came up for air, he was a bit hoarse. "This could get to be a real habit." He smiled into her face.

She smiled back for once.

"I knew you could smile. Your beautiful when you smile, did you know that?"

"And you’re a good kisser," She sighed.

"More to come, later…" He took her hand and guided her back inside.

She floated in his arms the rest of the night and the girl Mary Beth never came near them again.

When he drove her home, he pulled her close. "I had a great time, did you?"

"Yes, best time I've had in a long time." She admitted.

"I'm glad. Will you go to the next dance with me?" He asked, glancing at her every now and then.

"Yes, if you're sure you want to take me."

"I'm sure." He took her hand and squeezed it.

But before they got out of the truck, he kissed her solidly on the lips once more. It was a long time before he came up for air and Leah was spellbound.

"My folks are good people Leah, but they don't allow much hanky panky. That's why I can't go in your room and you can't come in mine. In a way, I see their point. But I have to do all my hanky panky away from them. I like you Leah. I like you a lot. I'll never take advantage of you. But I sure do like the way you kiss."

"I like you too."

"Well, tomorrow is Sunday, would you go to church with us?" He asked.

She watched them go every Sunday since she'd been here, but now they were inviting her. Or Jeremiah was. It thrilled her.

"Yes, I'd like that."

"Good. Well, hang your dress up and you can wear it tomorrow. Get some sleep. And thanks for the kisses. You sure know how to kiss too." He smiled.

She felt so relaxed, he squeezed her hand and opened the door for her. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and told her goodnight before they went in, and he walked up the stairs with her.

"Night." He called through the darkness at her.

"Night, thanks for such a nice time…" She said.

"Your very welcome…"

Chapter Seven

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