As he sat there, listening to her murmurs and sleepy sighs, he felt the confusing swell of emotions he held for her threaten to engulf him once more.

He felt so stupid for not realizing his love for her sooner; because Jonathan had been right; it had been almost a year since he'd even looked at another girl that way. He'd had several girlfriends before that and the healthy imagination of any twenty-six-year-old male. But just recently his sexual appetite was bordering anorexia.

Sure, he'd noticed Lena was...well, filling out. He'd have been blind not to notice the change from scrawny, pale teen to...well...

Kit's mind filled with the image...