A little love story: part two...

The next morning I woke up with a huge headache.

Three hours of sleep will do that to you.

I decided I'd better be careful with this one.

His friends warned me of his tendency to flirt -- plus he lived in Logan and why in the world would I date someone who went to school three hours away?

A weekend fling is always fun though, so I decided that if it turned into anything, that is what it would be.

We met up for the big game later that night.

I tried to ignore him, but Reece is hard to ignore.

I ended up watching the Cougars slaughter the Aggies while sitting on his lap (I know, more scandal).

Yep, my team won.

Do you think I've ever let him forget it? 

We went back to Tara's apartment where Reece set out to make dinner for everyone -- pizza and pasta.

He can cook?

Italian food?

Big plus.

I offered to help out -- he assigned me the task of stirring the chicken.

Then, a guy I had dated who I was kind of on the verge of dating again called.

I ran upstairs to Tara's room to make up an excuse as to why I couldn't go out that night.

When I came back down to the kitchen, Reece was alone over the stove.

He told me I had failed my chicken-stirring duties and that he would likely never forgive me.

I told him there must be something I could do to make it up to him.

And then he leaned in and kissed me.

For real this time.

No dares, no whipped cream.

Just a sweet little kiss.

And then I looked at him and said, "Did you really just do that?"

He laughed and said, "Yep, I'm pretty sure I did."

And that was that.

Stay tuned for part three...

And if you are bored or on the verge of vomiting, feel free to skip the next few posts.

I'll get back to mush-free posting soon enough.

It is Valentine's week after all.