Confusions

The door opened, and she entered.

"Hi, Lady," I said, greeting her with a big smile. "How was your date?"

"Just fine. We had a nice time," she replied, taking off her scarf and leather coat. She had on a beautiful blue low-cut poet-style shirt on, neckline plunging to show her modest (but in my mind, perfect) cleavage. Her jeans hugged her curves in ways that made me feel lightheaded.

"That's great, baby!" I said cheerily. I paused, waiting for more information.

"He had a gift certificate for one of the fancy restaurants in town, and needed someone to go with him. It was nice. We talked, caught up on things," she said. She hadn't seen him in months; probably not since my turnaround. She likes him. He takes the kids fishing.

I continued puttering around the kitchen, tidying up from the dinner the kids and I had. I didn't tell her how I couldn't eat, my stomach in knots, while she was out for dinner with another man.

Suddenly she took my arm and pulled me close. She enveloped me in a close embrace, and brought her face towards mine. I gently kissed her, and she responded with mounting passion.

We kissed, standing there in the kitchen, hands slowly exploring each other's backs and arms and necks. I did my best to rein in my desires --- must stay in very tight control. After several minutes, she released me.

"Thanks," she said.

"You're... you're welcome," I managed breathlessly.

This is very hard. I don't know what's happening. I'm just trying to roll with it graciously.

I sure like kissing her, though.