Alfredo’s POV

“I would not get a kiss before you leave?”

I turned to see Sheila standing behind me. She wore a lacy dress that made her look like a goddess, sending sparkles around the room.

“If you never got a kiss. Who do you think would moisten mine?” I asked as I walked next to her. Six months had run past like a smoke in the wind.

She smiled as she walked next to me, wrapping her hands around my neck. It was a wonder we had no kids running around our house with the time we had spent around each other.

“Well, these lips are waiting for yours,”...