THIRTY SEVEN

              Ray stared down at her trying to remind himself that her parents were somewhere in that house and it wasn't the right time or place to do what he was thinking of doing. But that was hard seeing how beautiful she was with her cheeks flushed and her hair spread out all over the bed underneath him. He hadn't been able to sleep last night because all he could think about was her. How she tasted, how she felt when she was in his arms. When he woke up that morning, all of it had seemed like a dream. He had been a little drunk so maybe his mind had come up with everything which is why he was going to make sure he hadn't dreamt about kissing her. He had to reassure himself that she'd really kissed him back. It was stupid to think that way but he'd woken up in the past after having such dreams. Then when he saw her, she'd glare at him, reminding him that most of it was in his head. So far she hadn't