Jason Gibbs

she said. He slid his arm around the back of her chair, just content to watch her. She picked an olive off her salad and deflty fitted her pinky finger into the cut-out hole. "Want one?" she offered him her olived finger. He leaned in. She extended her finger toward him. Eyes on her, he closed his mouth around her finger, popping the olive off with his tongue. Her lips curled mischievously, smiling a smile for no one else but him. Pulling her finger from his mouth, she cupped her hand on the side of his face and then kissed him softly. He sighed as her lips left his, and chewed his olive. It was like magic. She was his... "How much longer do we have to stay here," she whispered. Atleast another hour," he answered. She pouted, flashing her