Like A Moth To A Flame

After a few failed attempts to keep his hands off me, we find ourselves half-hour later back on the road. That was amazing; it is the second craziest thing I have done in two days. I have never kissed another man before; Brendan was my first and my only. Tyler made my body tingle and my knees weak. He seems like a man that knows what he wants, and I want to be the woman that he wants.

The first few minutes of the trip are in silence; he, too, must be twirling the heated kisses over and over in his mind. Finally, I guess more out of trying not to cause himself any more frustration; he breaks the silence.

"So what is this deal with the wedding dress?"

"Nothing really, I just forgot to grab my overnight back when I left."

"Must say it is a nice dress."

"Pity I am never going to use it for what it really is intended."

I watch as he hesitates for a few moments, not sure if he should ask, but he does anyway.

"Why did you do it?"

"Do