Every guy should have a woman look at him like that, at least once in his life.
Heather loved me. I felt like I ruined the moment, but I had to kiss her. She closed her eyes and kissed me back. We held each other and were lost in that shared kiss. It was a moment that lasted for a couple minutes, at most, but felt like much longer.
When Heather opened her eyes, her normal humor had returned with a sparkle. I smiled back at her happy face. I reached out and intertwined my fingers with hers, holding her hand.
"When you called me 'baby' the other night, on the phone," I said, "I fell asleep thinking about waking up next to you, years from now, and hearing you say, 'Good morning, baby.'"
She shivered at that.
"Too much?" I asked her.
"Maybe a little," she replied.
I nodded.
"My mom say
