His touch was like a bolt of lightning as he held her hand and showed her the path. It was if her hand had melted into his and she could not let go. She saw the look in his eyes and she felt as if he could read her every thought and she blushed even more.

Still, holding his hand she whispered again, "thank you," and before she realized what she was doing she kissed him, softly on the cheek, feeling the stubble against her lips. Tasting the salty perspiration on his skin.

She didn't know who was more shocked at her action, him or her. But she knew she liked the feel of his rough, slightly stubbled cheek. And she knew she wanted to feel more of his skin against hers. To taste him, to touch him..........