"Whew!" he gasps, breaking the kiss to take a deep breath. "You're even better than I remembered, Sara," he says, kissing my neck.

"What took you so long, John?" I breathe, not really expecting an answer.

"I don't know," he sighs. "Guilt... fear... who knows?" he says, looking at me with those deep brown eyes. "I guess I was afraid that once we got started, we'd never stop. You'd be an addiction that I couldn't or wouldn't break. I was afraid it would ruin both of our lives," he whispers.

"What's changed?" I ask, seriously wondering why all of a sudden, it's okay.

"You living here," he says. "It's a...