Yeah, that...

There's something to be said for those unexpected moments when a fire that's always stoked gets a bit hotter and flares into full blown flames. Even if that unexpected moment is just a kiss. A stolen one. In the kitchen. While the mother-in-law sits at the dinner table with the kids, chattering and laughing.

Not a peck or a smooch, but a kiss. A hands in the hair, he's cupping the back of your head and it's like you've just started dating and can't help but touch one another kiss. A movie kiss. Yeah...that kind.

People ask me how I keep writing all this love and sex and romance stuff. I'm an old married fogie, right? The answer is easy. Stolen kitchen movie kisses and so, so, so much more.

XOXO
Sommer