Fiction: A Fictional Narrative

Charlie took me to lunch and couldn’t keep his hands and lips off of me. He was like a kid in a candy store. I was glad that Charlie got this day. David was going to get all the rest of them.
We ordered our food and then I sat there staring at him.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing."
"Well, you're staring at me for some reason."
"Maybe I'm not staring at you, maybe I'm looking through you." I teased.
"Is that a super power, like x-ray vision? Can you see my underwear?"
I chuckled and continued to stare at him. Then I got serious and said, "I'm just watching you be happy. I like it. It makes me feel good. It makes me feel better."
"I'm happy, what's not to be happy about?"
"I love your simplicity," I said continuing to stare at him.
"Are you saying I'm simple minded?" He asked grinning and batting his eyes at me.
"No." I giggled and added; "You know I don't mean that in any negative way at all. I admire how you just handle everything. Whatever gets thrown at you. You're that person who just keeps making lemonade."
"Yeah, you're calling me a simpleton." He teased.
"Yeah, well you're my simpleton and I love you just the way you are."
"You seem a little better today. Are you feeling better?" He asked, his demeanor, instantaneously changing from silly guy to serious guy.
I took a deep breath and exhaled saying, "I just wasn't ready for this. I wanted

He just stood there kissing me so passionately through the entire song. I could feel his love for me pouring out of him. It was in every kiss he gave me. He made me lose control when he kissed me like this. I was hanging by a thread. When the song ended; he released me. I stood there breathless. I wanted to rip his clothes of off him and take him down on the floor right then and there. I knew he knew that he could do that to me, move me to that place and that he did it on purpose. I held myself and turned away from