While my husband and I waited for our flight home,

I noticed an older gentleman watching as Mark leaned in (at six-two, he’s nine inches taller than me) and nuzzled my neck. I leaned my head back so he could press his lips and nose to my neck — I was wearing the peach-and-vanilla scent he loves.

Mark pulled me closer, with his hands on my behind, but when he tried to mark my neck, I said, “Please, not here!” Taking my face in his hands, he pressed his lips to me, edging his tongue between my lips. His kisses always take my breath away, and I soon forgot about the man watching us.

When our boarding call finally came, Mark grabbed our carry-ons and we headed to the gate. Noticing the older gentleman boarding in front of us, Mark whispered that he hoped he looks that good at that... Read More