I walk back in the bedroom with the newpaper still in my hand.  Ashley’s peacefully sleeping.  I slide beside her in bed.  God she’s beautiful.  I still remember the first time I woke up next to her.  I knew that for whatever reason, she was supposed to be in my life.  She opens her eyes just a little, and I kiss her on the cheek.

"Hey there beautiful."  I say.

"You’re the one that’s beautiful."  She says.

"Thanks baby.  Look at this."  I say as I had her the magazine.

"How’d they get that old picture?  Man, you look hot."  She says just looking at it.

"I don’t know how they got it.  What do you think I’m not hot now since I was hot when I was seventeen?"  I pout.

"No baby.  You were always just so beautiful to me.  And, when you got all hot and sexy, well, I got all hot and sexy."  She says laughing.

"Thanks."

I pull her in for a kiss that I’m sure won’t stop anytime soon.  We are laying on the bed facing each other.  Our lips are just pressed softly into each other’s.  Ashley, always being the dominant one, runs her tounge over my bottom lip, and I gladly accept.  They say that you spend about thirty years of your life sleeping, but I think I’ve spent about that much time kissing Ashley.  Our tounges dance together finding the rhytum to a song that only we know so well.  It’s like a song you hear every single day on the radio, but there is no way you could ever get tired of hearing it.  She moves on top of me never breaking the kiss.  I know where this is going.  As much as I want to stop it, I can’t.  We both know that we need to talk about something first.  She pulls me out of my thoughts as she begins to suck on my pulse point.  Sweet lord this feels good.  For a moment, I forget that we need to talk.  She pulls me up towards her so that I’m sitting with her in my lap.  Not two seconds later, my shirt is off.  I want to say something, but the way she looks right now just totally makes that not about to happen.  Before she starts to massage my breast in her hand, I pull back.