"I have to try to think of other things, but it's hard to do. I want to think about you a lot, Linda." He crushed out the cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand.

"I think about you, Tony. Just about every minute." She caressed his back and shoulders. "I dream about you, too. Dream about you pretty much every night."

Tony lay back, one arm under her head.

Linda wriggled closer to him, touching her nude body all down his side. "What do you think about with me?"

"Well, different things. Like sometimes we've gone someplace, and I like to remember what we did and what you said. Or sometimes we're going to do something and I like to think about what's going to happen. Stuff like that."

"I think about that, too."

"And I think about going to bed, too. I think about that most of all."

"Oh, Tony. I'm glad. I want you to want me. Really I do."

"I do, Linda. You should know that by now."

"Oh, I know. I do know it. But sometimes, well I…"

"You what?" he prompted.

"Sometimes, well, I think, maybe you just go to bed with me because… because I'm available. Like a habit."

"No. Not so. No way!"

"I know. But sometimes, well, I think that well, you sort of… might want somebody else."

"No. I want you. Just you and nobody else."

He hugged her to him.

Linda turned so her breasts pressed to his chest.

"I know, Tony. I just get a little scared, sometime. I don't want to lose you."

"You won't."

"I think that when we're married it'll be better. I won't get so worded then."

"You don't have to worry now. Not about anything. I love you."

He pulled her closer for a kiss, his tongue gently probing as she started her lips and yielded to his advance.

"Mmmmmmm, oh, Tony," Linda sighed, clinging to the man with one arm, her freehand gliding over his broad shoulders.