It is unlike any kiss she has felt before. His lips are warm against hers, and there is an unspoken passion released with every soft movement. She feels his hands strong against her back, holding her tightly yet softly as if she were some kind of fragile flower. His tongue meets hers and she shudders with pleasure.      When the kiss ends, she sinks into his arms, feeling weak. He sighs deeply, stroking her hair.      "Greg," she whispers, moving back to gaze into his eyes. They are dark with emotion and love. "Stay with me tonight."      He puts a hand gently on the side of her face. A slight frown darkens his features. "Melinda, are you sure?" he asks quietly.      She nods and smiles softly. "I have never been more sure of anything in my life."      The frown vanishes from his face and he sweeps her into his arms and kisses her again, even more passionately this time.      She takes his hand and leads him into the warm, inviting house, and closes the front door softly behind them.