Diana felt small in his arms, her 5’4” (1,62m) height seeming minuscule compared to Daniel’s 5’11” (1,80). XXX Daniel was twenty-eight years old and had had his fair share of flings and relationships, but nothing that would stick; nothing the way he’d have really hoped for. Diana looked at him, surprised and a little scared, but the gasp she produced insinuated nothing less than yearning. “Absolutely,” she said, her voice full of meaning as if she had recognized him to be on her side, or at least to be emphatic to her. “It makes it easier to deal with problems. He reached for the glass, ready to tell her to go to bed, but then thought again and decided to take the chance to have her tell him more. I also like you differently after this,” and he kissed her again, quickly. Or at least I
