“I kinda sorta want you to tear my clothes off,” Lola whispered in Peter’s ear.

“Kinda sorta?” Peter asked with a smile.

“Um-hmm,” Lola murmured as she kissed his neck.

“Where do you want me to start?” he asked while running his hands up and down her hips.

“The middle,” she said before moving her mouth to his.

“Mmm, I like the middle,” he mumbled under her kiss.

“Shhh. You talk too much,” she said while biting his bottom lip.

He stopped and pulled back as she looked at him perplexed.

“Okay, okay, okay. Can I just ask why? Maybe better, what do you mean by middle?”

“Ugh. You’re changing the mood. Why so many questions?” Lola asked irritated.

“I, uh, I.. just want to get this right,” Peter answered while turning red.

Realizing how nervous he was, she removed her hands from the sides of his head and slowly smiled.

“Come, sit next to me on the couch,” she said as she walked over and sat down.

When he sat down, she got up to sit facing him in a straddling position. Taking his hands in hers, she placed his palms on her stomach as he looked at her, confused.

“When I was a little girl, my Dad traveled a lot. Not knowing how to calm me as I sat in my car seat, he came up with the idea to give me paper and pencils. He took me everywhere with him on his travels for the first ten years of my life. As you can imagine, I amassed quite a stock in drawing supplies,” she paused as Peter nodded, not taking his eyes off of her.

“When I was old enough to sit in the front seat, he looked over one day and asked what I was making. When I explained the vision, he asked why I was starting in the middle, and I told him it was because I already knew what it looked like. The picture was already in my mind, I only needed to fill it in. My Dad pulled over to give me a hug, and then he cried. He said I wasn’t going it about the normal way, but it made perfect sense,” Lola finished.

“So this is why you want me to start loving you in the middle?” Peter asked, his hands still on her stomach.

“It’s where I’ve always believed the birth of everything originates,” she answered.

He leaned forward and lifted her blouse over her head as she bent down to kiss him once more.

“No more talking, we already know what our love looks like, let’s just fill it in,” she whispered.