In My Dreams

"I sensed the thrill of a stolen moment as my fingers brushed back a lock of auburn hair that had fallen in front of her left eye. I cupped her face in my hand, gently tilting it up towards mine so that our eyes met. I saw in them a passion that seemed to echo the intensity I was experiencing and was thus emboldened to make the first move. When my lips landed softly on hers, I felt a surge of excitement and danger." Where do you draw the line between fantasy and reality? Are you responsible...