Somewhere in My Heart by Jennifer Scott Page B

the test.  He asked her to dance. 
     
    She feared, “But, won’t  that make my leg worse?” 
     
    He objected, “On the contrary, it may actually help.” 
     
    They danced slowly.  Then, as the music got faster, so did they.  Ricky began spinning her around and she didn’t collapse.  They started laughing. 
     
    He boasted, “I told you not to give up.  All you had to do was believe in yourself.” 
     
    She grinned, “I believe in you, too.” 
     
    Ricky reached over to kiss her and her lips couldn’t reach his fast enough.  They kissed, it seemed like forever.  To Billie, it was like magic, the fourth of July, fireworks going off everywhere, and that they were the only two people on earth. 
     
    Billie’s first kiss with Ricky was all that she was thinking about the next day.  She couldn’t concentrate on a single thing.  She wondered if he regretted it, or if he didn’t want things to move so fast.  She decided she would ask him when he returned home.  He responded with another kiss.  They paused long enough to catch a breath. 
     
    Ricky announced, “I want to make love to you so bad right now.” 
     
    Billie asserted, “Then, why don’t you?” 
     
    He ruled, “I think it’s best if we wait.  At least until your leg is better.” 
     
    Billie insisted, “If that is all you are worried about, I think we can manage to make me forget about my leg for awhile.”
     
    He started to remove her dress, as she unbuttoned his shirt.  He was kissing her on her neck and rubbing his hands up and down her back.  He went to unhook her bra, as she was trying to undo his belt.  They were in front of the fireplace, but there wasn’t a fire going, at least not in the fireplace.  Billie was thinking how it couldn’t be happening.  It was only a dream for her for so long.  She wished he could have been her first.  Just moving her hands on his chest was orgasmic enough.  He was much better than she expected. Once the sweat became unbearable, they decided to stop. 
     
    Ricky acknowledged, “I don’t need to do my workout today.  I think I am good for a couple of weeks.  Join me in the shower?”  Billie was willing and able for the task.  Things continued in the bathroom.  He double checked to see if Billie’s leg was not bothering her first.  It hadn’t fazed her.  They washed each other and finally pulled away long enough to get out and get dressed. 
     
    Ricky commented, “Doesn’t it feel like we are on our honeymoon?” 
     
    Billie paused and then said, “Honeymoon, why does that word come to mind?” 
     
    He grinned, “Who knows what the future might bring, I mean this could go anywhere.”  Billie was never one to want to get married, but she hadn’t been asked by Ricky Todd before either.
     
    They proceeded back downstairs.  Ricky looked over at the rug where they had been only moments ago.  Billie caught his stares. “Maybe we should return to the scene of the crime,” she commented. 
     
    Suddenly, they heard a well-known voice coming from the front door way.
     
    “Where might that be Billie, Nashville?” asked Dennis. 
     
    Ricky demanded, “Don’t you knock anymore?  You could have interrupted us.” 
     
    Dennis advised, “Actually, I did.  I just went back outside and waited a few minutes, although I should have stopped you then.” 
     
    Ricky challenged, “What are you up to now?” 
     
    Dennis claimed, “Maybe you should ask Billie that question.  As a matter of fact, I think I should talk to her first.” 
     
    Ricky ordered, “Whatever you have to say, you can come right out and say it to both of us.” 
     
    Billie instructed, “No, that’s okay.  I’ll see what he wants.  Maybe then he’ll leave us alone and we can get back to what we were talking about earlier.” 
     
    Dennis grunted, “That's what I thought you'd say.”
     
    Billie went in the next room, hoping Ricky wouldn’t follow.  Dennis grabbed her