So what to make of this, Pete, hot, young, and apparently sticking around me for awhile. I'm 40 and bearish with a belly, go figure. I'm not over analyizing this except I am starting to have feelings for the guy. Mushy, romantic, silly feelings of starting a life together. I'm driving myself crazy wondering why he is still coming around and staying the night or spending the weekend with me. I'm confused.

At work it is as it should be, he works in the warehouse and I stay in the office nobody notices we sometimes come to work at the same time and we sometimes leave at the same time.

I get a phone text it is Pete he is asking if I am hungry? For food he texts. I answer that my belly did not get to be the size it is by skipping meals, of course I'm starved. Good he replies I'm taking you out for mexican. Taco Bell I text back, nope he replies, smart ass, a mexican sit-down meal you up for that? I text back telling him I am looking forward to the meal and of course seeing him again.

He is going to tell me he does not want to see me again. We've never had more than fast food in our meals together. Now I am worried. I've gotten used to having someone sleeping next to me, getting text messeges, a good pounding and breeding in the middle of the night. Well, I think to myself it was good while it lasted.

I arrive at the resturant. It is dark and intimate. Pete had arrived before me and got us a booth in the back. I walk towards him. He is looking at the menu and looks up and recognizes my face and his smile tells me he is glad to see me. He stands and I hug him, I step back and he kisses me on the lips. I am really confused now.

I ordered tacos and cheese enclilada, Pete orders a chimichanga burrito. I ask him how his day went and off to the races as we converse about work, Amazing Race we both like to watch and his visit to his parents earlier that day. The meal was fantastic and filling. Pete tells me this is his favorite mexican resturant. I tell him thanks for sharing. We stare at each other in relaxing silence. I stutter, not a common occurance and stammer that I was wondering what the special occasion is? Now it is his turn to stammer and in the dark glow I think I see his face turn crimson, as he tells me he missed me.

I'm touched. It is my turn to blush, did not know I was capable. I whisper thanks as I brush his hand with mine. He pays the check and prepares to get up when I suddenly look up at him and tell him that I am falling in love with him.

I had to pinch myself. Did I actually mutter those words to a man 16 years my junior. I must be mad. I get ready to hear rejection. I slowly look up to his face and he is smiling and a tear rolls down his face. Me too he tells me. You too what I stupidly reply. He reaches for my right hand and says more loudly and clearly, I am falling in love with you.

Wow! I am floored. This can't be happening. He actually has feelings for me. Don't know where we go from here but this is more than hot sex. I get hard as a rock while looking at Pete. I tell him lets go home and make love.