Danny would never have kissed her on the mouth if he had been sober. His normal inhibitions forgotten, he kissed Diane firmly on the mouth. He was delighted to find her kissing him back hungrily. His hand found her face, traced the back of her neck, and floated down her back. He felt her hands exploring his chest, his arms, his back. To his surprise, she lifted his t-shirt and her hands explored his skin. They stopped kissing long enough for her to free him of his t-shirt.

Delighted, Danny returned the favor, tossing her sweater next to his shirt on the ground. For a moment, Diane paused next to him, and Danny admired her lean, firm body. Her eyes were closed. Danny pulled her close to him, and kissed her slowly, more gently. Diane warmed to his touch, and he caressed her back, her shoulders and finally, her breasts. As her nipples responded to his touch, he moved his head to kiss them, to explore them with his tongue.

There were no words, no professions of devotion, no promises, as they made love. Just silent gasps, sighs and moans. As Diane climaxed with an ever-increasing series of moans and gasps, Danny matched her fervor with grunts and gasps of his own, and reached his epiphany a few seconds after sending Diane to the moon.

Breathless, panting, they collapsed, and Danny was still tightly wrapped in Diane�s arms and legs. He studied her face. She never opened her eyes. Not once. Danny closed his eyes, too. In seconds, he was snoring softly.

Diane woke with the sun in her eyes. She groaned. Her head started pounding like she was having a hangover. She blinked to clear the haze from her eyes and looked for her alarm clock. It was not in its usual place at her bedside. She blinked some more and inhaled deeply in hopes of getting more oxygen to her brain. She realized her bedroom smelled unusual, more masculine, and like sex had happened there. She turned her head, expecting to see Harry there, and was stunned to see Danny beside her instead. What had she been thinking?

Ashamed, she silently slipped out of bed and gathered her clothes from the floor. She ran into the bathroom and showered. As the water ran through her hair and over her face, it concealed her tears.

�Oh, my God,� she whispered. �I wish I had been drunk so I could blame this on champagne.�

After she dried off, she dressed quickly. She prayed she wouldn�t have to face Danny when she came out of the shower. She had no idea what she was going to say to him�sorry, I thought you were Harry? No way. She dug a couple of Advil out of her purse and chased them with a handful of water from the sink. She rinsed her mouth with a few more handfuls of water to get the stale taste of someone else�s champagne-laced saliva from her mouth.

�Oh, my God, I can�t believe it,� Diane took a deep bracing breath, and quietly opened the door to the bathroom. She stepped out and listened for Danny�s gentle snoring. She sighed with relief as she heard it drifting into the living room. She tiptoed to the door and quietly unlocked it, then slipped out.