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Chapter Five Beth sighed and followed Miranda across the parking lot toward the entrance of the pool hall then drew in a deep breath as they reached the dark red tinted door and Miranda pulled it open. "Are you sure you want to go in here, Randa? I mean we could have just stayed at my -" The rest of her sentence died on her lips as her eyes landed on a couple by the bar. They were locked in a rather intense looking kiss and she found herself sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of them. She knew the man without having to see his face, but the woman…the woman was a different story. She didn't seem familiar, but at the same time Beth could have sworn she was. Miranda gave her a tap on the shoulder, but Beth didn't move her eyes away from the couple near the bar. "Are you just going to stand in the doorway and stare at some passionate couple or are you actually going to go inside so we can grab us a pool table?" Passionate? She thought they were passionate? Beth swallowed hard then finally managed to pull her gaze away from Hank and the blond long enough to step inside the pool hall and out of the way of the door. Miranda shot past her immediately and headed toward the only empty table left - one that was nestled in the back and far away from the couple at the bar. Beth shook her head and cast another glance at Hank, still liplocked with the blond, then forced herself to look away and follow Miranda toward the back of the pool hall. She didn't know why seeing Hank kissing another woman bothered her so much. It never had before. Then again, she'd never really thought of kissing him herself until today. Well, she had a long time ago, but who didn't visualize kissing someone back in Junior High? "Hey, what's with you?" Miranda replied coming up to stand beside her. "You look kind of pale all of the sudden? You're not coming down with something are you?" Or something, Beth thought forcing thoughts of Hank and the woman out of her head long enough to choose a pool stick from the hanger on the wall. "I'm fine, Randa." "You're sure?" Her friend asked looking skeptical. "I mean as white as you are I would have thought you'd just seen…Ohmigod! That's Hank Bennett over there! When did he get back from Washington and who is that blond he's kissing?" Beth wanted to follow her friend's gaze, but she didn't want to see him kissing the woman again. It definitely was a sight she could live without. "I don't know who she is. She looks kind of familiar, but -" "Ohmigod Beth! Do you know who that is? That's Allison!" Miranda shook her head. "Wow, I haven't seen her since she moved to Philadelphia. I wonder what she's doing back in Harmony? Well, besides making up for lost time with Hank." "Allison?" Beth asked in surprise, her brow furrowing slightly. "Allison as in, Allison Montgomery?" Miranda nodded. "Yeah, it's been a couple of years since I've seen her, but I swear I'd know her blond hair and red nails anywhere. She used to date Mark, well she did before she got with Hank and I stole Mark's heart. She's still as beautiful as ever though." Beth lost the battle with herself control and finally turned to follow her friend's gaze. The moment she did, however, her eyes didn't land on a couple locked in a kiss. No, they landed on the deep brown eyed gaze of the man she hadn't gotten out of her head for a single second since he called her this morning. She drew in a deep breath then forced a smile onto her face. He didn't return it. All he did was stare at her as if she were a mirage or something. She blinked then turned around, her forced smile still plastered across her face. "So who's going to break? You or me?" Hank sucked in a deep breath as Beth turned her back on him then furrowed his brow as he figured out why such a small action would bother him. What did he expect her to do? She'd obviously seen him kissing Allison and there was no way she could have known he was fantasizing about kissing her. He damn sure couldn't tell her that either. He figured he'd probably made more than enough confessions for one day already. He disentangled himself from Allison's arms then turned and grabbed his beer back off the bar, almost choking on it as Allison ran her hands along his sides and up his chest. "What do you say we get out of here? Go some place so we can really get reacquainted?" He shook his head then quickly downed the rest of his beer and sat the mug back on the bar before reaching down and grabbing her roaming hands to remove them from his chest. "I don't think that would be a good idea. I think we already burned that bridge. A long time ago." "I don't know about that." She stated pressing herself against him and causing him to back up, wincing slightly as the edge of the bar pressed into his lower back. "I think we started a fire, but it definitely didn't feel like we burned a bridge. It felt like we ignited a flame, a flame I for one would like to take higher." He shook his head again then withdrew his eyes from the woman in front of him and instead looked at the raven-haired beauty in the back of the room. She was laughing at something her friend, Miranda, was saying, but something told him she wasn't having the fun she was pretending to. He might have bought it a little more had she not completely missed her shot at sending one of the striped balls cluttering the pool table into one of the corner pockets, which surprised him considering she'd always been somewhat of a pool shark. He gently grabbed Allison by her upper arms then carefully sat her away from him. "I see someone I need to go say hello to." "Hank -" He didn't let her finish whatever it was she was going to say. He just walked off. It was rude, he knew, but the only other way to end the conversation was to tell her he wasn't interested in what she was offering and he would just as soon avoid the scene that statement was bound to cause. It may have been ten years or so since he'd seen her, but something told him she hadn't changed all that much and from what he could tell, she definitely wasn't above still causing a scene. He tossed a small smile at some of his buddies, but didn't stop to talk to any of them. He just continued making his way toward the back of the pool hall, toward the woman currently lining up to take another shot. He increased his stride and neared her just as she missed sending another striped ball into a side pocket. "Don't tell me you've forgotten how to play pool all of the sudden, Beth? I mean I came over because I thought I would get to watch the game of the century. Don't tell me I was wrong?" He smiled as Beth turned around and glared at him. "I have not forgotten how to play pool. I can still wipe the table clean." "Really?" He stated arching a brow and smirking as Miranda just shot her last ball into right corner pocket. "Well, I doubt it will be on this game. Miranda already seems to be doing it for you." She whirled around just in time to see Miranda shoot the eight ball into a side pocket. "Dammit!" Miranda straightened then smirked. "Want me to clear your balls for you, Ms. Wallace? It appears you still have some left on the table." Beth frowned and Hank had to stifle a chuckle. "I don't think that's really necessary considering you already beat me." Apparently, he wasn't very successful in hiding his laugh because Beth turned back to him, her eyes narrowing into thin slits. "What are you laughing at? I can still beat you, you know!" He smirked. "Babe, I wouldn't get too cocky if I were you. I've gotten a lot better at this game than I was in high school. You definitely aren't the only one considered to be a pool shark these days, Miss Wallace. Then again I'm not so sure that term even applies to you anymore. You did just lose, after all." "Care to make a bet on that?" She asked arching a brow in challenge. "I mean you may have learned a few tricks while you were gone, but I still know how to play the game and I can still beat the pants off you." "Is that what you want to play for?" He asked a wide smile gracing his face. "My pants?" The blush that broke out across her face caused him to chuckle again. Who knew seeing Beth Wallace blush because of something he said would be so damn enticing he wanted to make her do it again? "I was thinking more along the lines of loser buys the winner dinner." "Oh." He nodded. "That sounds good. But how about instead of you buying me dinner, you share a dance with me?" She smirked at that. "Is my dancing with you better for your macho pride or something? And what makes you think you're going to win anyway?" "What makes you think I'm going to lose?" He countered arching a brow. "I mean what do you have to go on to make that conclusion? You haven't seen me play pool in a while. Last time I was here, I was a bit distracted with other things. I'm not distracted this time though. This time it's you and me, winner takes all." She laughed. "You and me, huh? Okay, hotshot, you're on. If you win, I'll dance with you. But if I win you owe me dinner." "Anywhere your heart wishes to go." He replied with a smile. Her smile matched it. "I'll remember you said that when I mop up this table with you." "Beth," Hank warned playfully reaching out to tug on her hair. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to count your chickens before they hatch?" "Sure they did. It was right about the time they told me to never underestimate my own ability to kick your ass at pool." She winked then widened her smile. "You want to break? Something tells me you might need it." "That's funny." Hank responded, nodding once as he walked over to the wall and studied their selection of pool sticks. "Something told me the same thing about you. In fact, it also told me that if I didn't let you break, you might accuse me of cheating when I…how did you describe that…mopped up the table with you?" He winked at the glare she tossed him then pulled a stick from the wall and rolled it on the table. "I think this is the one I want. I'll rack 'em and you break, deal?" "Why not?" She replied with a shrug. "It'll give me the satisfaction of starting the game you'll never forget, especially considering you'll owe me dinner." Hank laughed. "Just to show you how confident I am that I'll win, I'll even throw in a movie." "Ooh, dinner and a movie now I'm even more determined to win." She tilted her head to the side then smiled mischievously. "I hope you like chick flicks because there is this one movie that I've just been dying to see. It has -" Hank just shook his head and began to rack the balls. "Beth, I thought we already discussed you're habit of counting your chickens before they hatched?" "Is that what I was doing?" She asked smiling as he lifted the rack away from the table and she lined up to break. "And here I thought I was just stating a fact." She sent the cue ball flying into the balls at the other end of the table and he kept his expression hidden as he watched two solids go into pocket at the end of the table while the other balls simultaneously lined up to give her the perfect shot. He really didn't care if she beat him or not, he thought leaning forward on his pool stick as he watched her work her magic on the table. If truth were told, he rather liked the idea of taking her to dinner and a movie. But he also liked the idea of having an excuse to pull her into his arms too and right now that's what he really wanted to do. He wanted to pull her into his arms and slow dance with her. He wanted to - "It's your shot." Beth stated with a rueful smile. "I just missed mine." He glanced at the table and shook his head when he saw she only had three balls left, including the eight ball, while all of his remained on the table. "Looks like you connected a lot more than you missed." She shrugged again then smiled rather triumphantly. "As soon as you miss your shot, I'll connect with even more." He laughed then leaned forward and sent his first ball flying into a side pocket. "I could be wrong, but didn't we already discuss your habit of assuming things before it was a given?" He lined up another shot then watched as his stick fluidly connected with the middle of the ball and smoothly sent it into the corner pocket he was aiming for. "That's two down and how many more to go?" He winked at Miranda who just stood off to the side of him smiling widely as he sent another ball into a pocket. "So tell me, Randa, who are you putting your money on? Me or Beth?" "I think that's really tough call to make. I will say that it looks as though you both have an excellent chance at winning." She smiled widely then winked and leaned in closer to whisper in his ear. "But just between you and me? I don't think it really matters who wins. It's how you play the game that really counts. And besides, either way you go, you both are going to win. Don't you agree?" He looked pulled back to look at her a second then slid his eyes in the direction of his opponent. "You know, Randa, I think you just might be onto something there." Beth arched a brow at him in question, but he merely smiled and lined up his next shot. He sunk the intended ball effortlessly then walked around Beth, pausing to whisper in her ear. "Have you thought about what song you want to dance to yet? I'm thinking something slow. What do you think?" "I think you're doing exactly what you've been telling me I shouldn't do." "What's that?" He asked moving around the table and lining up another shot. Just as he was about to connect, he felt Beth's hand land against his back and her warm breath hit his ear. "You're counting your chickens before they hatch." He swallowed hard as she moved back away from him then shook his head and took his shot, frowning slightly when he missed and Beth's laughter rung out from behind him. "You know what, Hank? I really see what you mean now about counting chickens. I mean it's not over 'til it's over right?" He sent Miranda a quick wink then straightened and turned around to face a still laughing Beth. "You're right. It's definitely not over 'til its over and I believe…" He reached out and moved a lock of hair back off her face then lightly trailed a finger across her jaw before finally tapping her once on the nose. "That it is your shot." Her eyes searched his for a moment before she finally nodded and walked around him to study the balls left on the table. He smiled then turned to watch her line up to take her next shot, wondering which one of them was going to win the bet, all the while knowing that even if he lost, he would still win. He may not get the dance he wanted tonight, but he would get to take her out to dinner and a movie. Somehow he just couldn't see that as losing. Chapter Six Beth sunk her last solid ball into the left corner pocket then smiled as she caught Hank shaking his head out of the corner of her eye. She straightened then walked around the table to line up for her shot at the eight ball. "You know what, Hank? I think I know where I want you to take me to dinner." "Where is that?" He asked arching a brow. "And don't get too cocky there. The game isn't over yet. You could still miss, you know." She smiled knowing he knew just as well as she did that she wasn't going to miss. It was an easy shot straight into a side pocket. No way could she miss that shot. Not even if she tried. "I am not going to miss. Not when I can already taste my victory dinner." Hank laughed, but just as she got ready to hit the cue ball, his laughter stopped and his voice came out somewhat strangled. "Uh, hey Allison." Beth started then let out a curse as she accidentally hit the cue ball, sending it into the eight ball, but lacking the power it needed to make it to the hole she'd been aiming for. "Dammit!" "I can't believe you missed that shot." Allison replied as she wrapped her arms around Hank's waist. "It was lined up perfectly." Beth closed her eyes then drew in a deep calming breath. When she finally opened them again, she found herself staring into Hank's apologetic brown eyes. She shrugged, knowing there was nothing she could do about the missed shot now. "Looks like it's your turn." He nodded. "If you want you can -" "It's okay." She said shaking her head. "I should have been paying more attention." She lifted a shoulder then smiled. "I think I set you up pretty good though." Hank glanced at the table then looked back at her. "It appears that way." He cleared his throat then removed Allison's hands from around his waist, causing her to frown and Beth to widen her smile. "You sure you don't -" "I'm sure. Just give it your best shot." He winked at her and she felt her cheeks heat at the action. He had been flirting with her ever since he walked up and judging from the slightly irritated look on Allison's face, she figured she wasn't the only one who noticed. Hank moved behind her to line up his shot and when she moved to step out of his way, his hand on her waist stopped her, as did the words he whispered into her ear. "I hope you have a song picked out." She smiled then turned her head to look at him, their lips just an inch apart. "Nope. I think you should pick out the song. It was your bet after all." He winked at her again then slowly, very slowly, removed his hand from her waist, his fingers lightly trailing over her side. "Okay, but don't say I didn't offer." She smiled again then watched in amazement as Hank cleared the rest of the table and finally shot the eight ball into the very pocket she missed sending it into a less than two minutes ago. "You won." He nodded. "'Fraid so. You know what that means, don't you?" "That I lost the bet?" He laughed then shrugged a shoulder. "Well that's one way to look at it. But you could also turn it around and say that I won the bet." She started to respond to that, but Allison chose that moment to speak again. "So what did you two bet? Money?" "We don't play for money." He replied not even sparing Allison a glance as he closed the distance between them and reached out to take her hand. "I'd like to think we're more creative than that." Beth heard Miranda laugh from behind them then bit back her own laugh when her friend's voice pierced the air. "So how about playing me a game while these two go enjoy their dance, Ally? You don't mind me calling you Ally, do you?" Hank tried not to laugh, but as Allison muttered an excuse about needing to talk to someone, he lost the fight. "I swear that girl hasn't changed at all since high school. She still hates taking no for an answer." "Did you tell her no?" Beth asked before she could stop herself. "She didn't give me the chance to, she just…" He shook his head then stared at her, a wide smile breaking out across his face. "You know what? I don't want to talk about Allison anymore. I want to collect my dance. So what do you say? You ready to dance with me?" Beth smiled. "To what? There's no music playing. The last song shut off about five minutes ago." "That's okay, I know how to remedy that." He reached into his pocket and pulled out some quarters then smiled. "I'll be right back." "Wait," Miranda said reaching out to take the quarters from Hank. "Why don't you tell me the songs to play and I'll go put the money in the jukebox? I want to call and check on the kids anyway." "Thanks Randa." He leaned in and whispered something in her ear and judging by the way Miranda's eyes lit up, Beth knew it was a song she liked. She started to ask what it was, but Miranda had already taken off by the time she opened her mouth to speak. Beth arched a brow at Hank. "So what song did you choose?" "Impatient much?" He shook his head then laughed. "Just listen. I'm sure you'll recognize it." She furrowed her brow, but did as he asked then let him lead her to the small dance floor. When the first strands of Van Morrison's "Dancing In The Moonlight" filled the air, her eyes shot to Hank's. "Oh my god! I remember us dancing to this at senior prom!" Hank nodded then swung her out and pulled her back in. "I was going to pick a slow song, but then I remembered Jack had this song installed in the jukebox. I saw it last time I was in." He swung her out again and she couldn't help, but laugh. "Hank Bennett, I had no idea you were so sentimental!" "Me, sentimental?" He pulled her back in then leaned close to whisper in her ear, his warm breath causing her to shiver. "Don't tell anyone okay? It'll be our little secret." He winked as he pulled back and continued to lead her through the dance. She had no idea they had drawn a crowd until the song ended and a loud blast of claps filled the air. She glanced at Hank then smiled. "That was fun!" "The song? Or dancing with me?" He asked raising a brow as a cocky smile hovered on his lips. "Both." She replied automatically moving into his arms as another song filled the air, she recognized it immediately. It was one of her all time favorite songs. She had it on CD at home. She met Hank's eyes and widened her smile. "You told her to play this song too, didn't you?" He nodded. "Do you mind? I know we only agreed to one dance, but -" "I don't mind." She whispered. "I love this song." He smiled and pulled her closer. "I know. I remember. You went nuts over it went it came out." She chuckled then smiled as Hank guided her head to rest against his chest. "This song takes me back in time." "Me too." He whispered, his hand lightly running over the back of her head, his long fingers entangling in her curls. "Me too." "Hank!" Beth screeched from beside him as he reached over to search for a new radio station. "Don't you dare turn it! I want to hear that song!" "Beth, give me a break here. We just listened to it on the other station! The song is too slow!" He shook his head as the artists voice came out over the speakers. "God give me AC/DC any day!" "Shh…" Beth admonished absently as she reached for the volume and turned the song up even louder. "I do want to hear the song, you know?" Hank rolled his eyes and forced himself to listen to the song he really didn't want to hear again then made himself a promise that when he was old enough to drive and Beth rode with him, she was not going to call the shots on the radio station! The Two Of Us Are One Of Kind A Combination Ain't Easy To Find Why Do I Get A Feeling From You Things Ain't Right Do You Need Something New Knowing How Both Of Us Live Leaves Us So Little To Give If I Could Grow Wings I Would Do Anything I'd Still Keep You With Me Can't You See If I Could Fly High I Would Give You The Sky Don't You Make That Mistake What Does…It…Take It's Not Like I've Been Mean To You It's Not Like I've Got Something Better To Do The Life I Live You'll Never Understand If You Fly With Me We'd Never Have To Land It's Easy To Live Hard And Fast But Inside We Know It Won't Last Yeah… If I Could Grow Wings I Would Do Anything I'd Still Keep You With Me Can't You See If I Could Fly High I Would Give You The Sky Don't You Make That Mistake It's Love That I Mean What Does It Take Knowing How Both Of Us Live Leaves Us So Little To Give Yeah… If I Could Grow Wings I Would Do Anything I'd Still Keep You With Me Can't You See If I Could Fly High I Would Give You The Sky Don't You Make That Mistake What Does It Take If I Could Grow Wings I Would Do Anything I'd Still Keep You With Me Can't You See If I Could Fly High I Would Give You The Sky Don't You Make That Mistake What Does It Take What Does It Take What Does It Take Hank laughed as the memory began to fade, along with the song that had caused it to surface, then pulled back and smiled at the woman in his arms. "I remember the first time we heard this song. You made me listen to it on two different radio stations." Beth smiled at him, laughter shining in her chocolate colored eyes. "I was just remembering that day too. We were riding in your mom's car and you tried to turn the station on me then in the middle of the song you tried to put in your AC/DC tape!" "I almost forgot about that." He replied, smiling wider in remembrance. "I thought you were going to kill me when I started to stick that tape in." "I almost did!" She chuckled softly. "I think if your mom hadn't stopped you from putting that tape in, I probably would have strangled you." "Mom was good at deflecting arguments waiting to happen. Sam and I taught her well in that respect." He shook his head then laughed again when he realized a fast song was playing, but they were still slow dancing. "I think someone hit the wrong button on the jukebox. I know I didn't request any fast songs." He followed Beth's gaze to the jukebox then broke out into a smile when he saw Miranda wave as if telling them to leave. His smile widened as he glanced back at Beth and she blushed. "You saw her, didn't you?" "I would have had to be blind not to have seen her less than subtle suggestion." He laughed then tilted his head to the side. "So do you want to do as she suggested and let me take you home? Or do you want to say goodnight right here?" Beth pursed her lips for a second then finally smiled. "Why don't we do as she suggested? If we say goodnight here she's liable to try and talk me into playing another game of pool and I've already lost twice tonight." Hank laughed then stepped back and linked his fingers with hers. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's get you home." Chapter Seven Beth reached over and changed the channel on the radio. She should have known Hank would be listening to that hard rock stuff. He'd always been that way. Probably always would be too. She laughed then looked over at him. "Do you still listen to AC/DC?" He smiled then nodded. "Of course. I have them on cd now though. I actually think they are in my stereo back at the B & B." He shook his head. "I think one of the first things I am going to do this coming week is look for an apartment. The B & B is nice, but I need more space. Have you seen how small those rooms are?" "I remember them from when your folks ran it. If I remember right you used to love those rooms back then though. " She bit her lip to keep from laughing at the wounded expression he threw her. "Oh come on, Hank. You know as well as I do that girls talk just as much as guys do." He arched a brow at that. "And what exactly did this girl talk consist of? I mean I think I have a right to know what was said about me?" She laughed. "It was ten years ago, Hank. I hardly think the girl talk matters anymore." "It does when you bring it up in conversation." He gave her a pointed look then broke out into a sexy smile before turning his eyes back to the road before them. "So tell me, Beth, what kind of talk are you remembering about me?" "Hank -" He shook his head again then glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. "I am not letting you say something like that and then not explain it to me. Sorry, but you've got me far too curious now so you may as well spill it." She laughed again. "I don't have to tell you a thing, you know? I could just let you sweat it out and wonder about what I heard." "But you won't." He replied the smile on his face now reaching his eyes. "You'll tell me what I want to know." "And what makes you so sure of that?" Beth asked arching a brow. "What makes you so sure that I will tell you what I know?" Hank stopped the car at a stoplight then turned to face her, his hand lifting to gently touch her face. "I know you and I know you wouldn't say something that you had no intention of explaining." "You sound awfully sure about that?" She whispered staring into his eyes as he ran the knuckle of his right index finger over her cheekbone. She shivered at the touch and Hank smiled. A horn honked behind them, breaking the moment, and Hank gave a regretful sigh as he pulled his hand away and turned back to face the road. "I am sure about that, Beth. But even if I wasn't, I have ways of making you talk." She couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up inside of her. "That's good, but just so you know, I have ways of making you forget that I said anything at all." He cast a quick glance at her as he turned into the parking lot of her apartment building and pulled into a nearby parking space then without taking his eyes off hers, he shut off the engine and shifted in his seat so that he faced her. The look in his eyes was serious, but the smile on his face was anything but. "You can give it your best shot, but I have to warn you, when I do want something I don't stop until I get it." "And what is it you want right now?" She asked her voice sounding breathless to her own ears. "Well, first I want us to get out of this car and take that elevator up to your apartment and then…" He smiled as he leaned in closer to her, his lips less than half an inch from her own. "…and then I want to hear about this girl talk you are trying to make me forget you mentioned." He pulled back away from her then and Beth sucked in a sharp breath when she realized he'd undone her seatbelt for her and she hadn't even known it. "Hank?" "Yeah?" He asked as he absently reached for the handle on the driver's door and opened it while his eyes remained glued to hers. "If you want me to tell you about the girl talk, you're going to have to use a different tactic. Because the one you're using now is making me forget I mentioned it." She smiled at the look on his face then quickly opened her car door and got out, wondering if he would actually change his tactic or stick with the one he was presently using. She definitely knew which one she wanted him to use and as he got out of the car and looked at her over the top of the hood, she figured it was a safe bet that it was the same one he'd chosen to go with. Hank met Beth's eyes over the hood of the car and couldn't stop the smile that ran across his face. God, she was even more beautiful now than she had been back in high school. He'd thought he'd gotten over his attraction to her once she and Luis started dating, but maybe he just buried it. Before Luis asked her out, he'd been contemplating asking her out himself, but he hadn't thought to tell Luis about his plan and because of that, he had no idea that Luis had beat him to the punch until he'd seen them kissing in the hallway one day. But Luis and her are over now, a voice whispered, they have been for a very long time. You don't have to bury the feelings anymore. It's okay to let her know how you feel. But how could he let her know how he felt when he wasn't entirely sure he knew himself? Okay, so he was enjoying the flirtation they had going and yeah he loved seeing that spark of appreciation and desire in her eyes. But this wasn't something they needed to rush into. Sure, he'd always been a jump-in-with-both-feet-first-and-see-where-he-landed kind of guy, but this was Beth and he couldn't jump in with both feet because he wasn't at all sure they were standing on the same ground. He shook his head then shut his car door and walked around to join her on the other side. "Come on and I'll walk you upstairs." "Hank?" She asked not moving a muscle as he stopped in front of her. "What's wrong? Did you change your mind?" He met her chocolate colored eyes and felt himself start to fall, a free-fall dive straight into the unknown. But as she stepped closer to him and reached up to touch his face, her mysterious eyes staring into his own and showing him the mysteries he'd always wanted to know, he knew they were standing on the same ground. He knew it and the thought made him smile. "Go out with me." "What?" She asked shaking her head as if she were trying to figure out his sudden shift in thoughts. He laughed then repeated his request. "Go out with me. I want us to do the whole date thing." "The whole date thing." She repeated her eyes still showing confusion. He wrapped his arms around her waist then pulled her against his chest and leaned his forehead against hers. "Yes, the whole date thing. I want to take you out. Dinner. Dancing. A movie. A walk in the park. Watching the sunrise from the beach. Whatever you want to do. Just say the word and we'll do it." "You want to take me out? On a date?" She questioned searching his eyes with hers and making him laugh again. "Yes, that's what I want." His laughed died as he realized she still hadn't answer his question. "Will you go on a date with me, Beth? Will you let me take you out?" She drew in a breath then slowly let it back out again, causing his own to stall in his throat as he waited for her to speak. "This isn't because you feel bad about my losing the pool game is it? I mean you really want to take me out?" "This has nothing to do with the pool game or the bet we made." He stated smiling into her eyes, praying she understood that he was serious. "I want to take you out the way I wanted to back in high school. The works, Beth. I want us to do it all." "The works." She repeated a slow smile forming on her face. "I want that too. I would love to go out with you." Hank didn't so much as breath. "Is that a yes?" She laughed then tossed her arms around his neck. "That's a yes!" "Cool!" He replied picking her up off her feet and twirling her around as he covered her lips with his own. The moment he registered the feel of her soft lips against his own he pulled back. "I didn't mean…" He shook his head then laughed. "I was planning on getting out of here without kissing you so we could do things right." "Do things right?" She asked with a laugh. "Hank, we are almost thirty years old. We've known each other are whole lives. When has either one of us ever done the conventional thing?" He laughed knowing she was right. "I just wanted -" "I know what you wanted to do and I think it's the sweetest, most wonderful thing I've ever heard." She smiled then shook her head. "But if you wait until our first date to kiss me, I think I might seriously go insane." "Well we wouldn't want that." He responded with a smile as he slowly sat her back onto her feet and pulled his hands away from her waist to place them on either side of her face. "I'm going to kiss you now, Miss Wallace. I hope you're ready." "I'm ready." She whispered, her words barely audible as he slowly lowered his head to her lips. "I'm more than ready." And then he kissed her, long and slow and deep, making both of them moan at the beauty of the kiss that he was certain he'd been born to share with her. When they finally pulled apart, a couple of minutes and kisses later, and he looked into her eyes, he knew she was the woman he'd always wanted to find and he had to laugh at the irony in that. He'd searched the world over for the kind of peace overtaking his body and it had been right underneath his nose the whole damn time. Wasn't that just his luck? "I love you, Mrs. Bennett." I whisper as we finally break the kiss and pull back to stare into each other's eyes, mindless of the clapping and catcalls going on around us by our friends and family. She smiles and my heart fills with more happiness than I even knew was possible. "I love you too, Mr. Bennett, with all of my heart." As I pull her back in for another kiss, I feel that same rush of peace I felt the first time I kissed her and I know deep within my soul that I was right about the fact that I had been born to share a kiss with her. And I realize that I'm the luckiest man in the world because not only do I get to kiss the woman of my dreams, but I also get to be secure in the knowledge that I found the person I was meant to be with. That I found the person I was born to share my life with and the miracle of all miracles is the fact that it only took us one kiss to figure it out. One kiss and the story of us began. That You Are The Person I Was Born To Hold One Kiss Of Your Lips One Touch Of Your Hand That's All It Took And The Story Of Us Began And Now Here We Are In Front Of Family And Friends Pledging Our Love So The Next Chapter Can Begin And As Our Eyes Meet I Know Deep In My Heart That Our Story Will Live On Because Our Journey Of Love Has Only Just Begun December 24th, 2001 Author of over 40 fan fiction stories, some of which include:
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