Kelsey's mom smiled at me, still gently scratching my hand with her fingernail and replied, "That's good, John. I hope that this night is just getting started."

We looked at each other for a long time silently...maybe too long because Kelsey said again in that tone of exasperation that only teenagers can muster, "God...go ahead and kiss each other again. I know you're dying too!"

Michelle watched me expectantly and suddenly, I didn't want to disappoint her. I scooted my chair a little closer and leaned into her, sliding my arm around her waist and pulling her to me. We kissed again, Michelle's mouth open and welcoming as our lips...