Me: You know I will answer every single question over drinks in a few weeks. For now, his name is Mitch, and he lives a few houses down the beach. He made me dinner last night.
Joanna: That’s fine if you don’t want to share details yet. We are just happy you’re happy.
Me: Details? It was lemon chicken with broccoli and orange pepper. He’s a great cook.
Kim: LOL! You’re terrible. But seriously, I hope he treats you like a goddess, and kisses you like a demon.
Me: ;)
There was no way to tell precisely what Kim meant by that, but Mitch certainly kissed me with a strange passion that made my lips feel like they were about to ignite.
Was it strange that I felt more relaxed with him than any other man, after only spending an
afternoon and evening together? Was it normal to want t
o run over there and beg him to
touch me any way he wanted?
I’d never really explored my own sex drive beyond a few sensual bathtimes with myself.
The tingling that flooded me when Mitch kissed me was wild. Just remembering his lips as
he skimmed along the tops of my breasts sent prickles down my spine.
Lounging around the house and the beach most of the day, I avoided Julie. I didn’t want to
hear her gossip about Mitch. If there was anything I should know, he could tell me himself.
That was one thing I really appreciated in my group of friends. We were nosy about each
other’s lives, almost to a fault. But as soon as anyone told us to back off, we did. We didn’t cross any lines with outsiders. Other people’s business was simply not our business.
Just before four in the afternoon, I heard my phone beep and practically tripped over an
end table to grab it.
Mitch: Hey, sweetie. Would you like to come over for dinner at six?
I forced myself to wait for two minutes before answering.
Me: Sure, should I bring anything?
It was adorable that he answered immediately.
Mitch: Just yourself. And your best slaps.
Me: ???
Mitch: I’ve been thinking about you all day and I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself.
Me: Maybe I don’t want you to.
The second my thumb hit the send button, I wished I hadn’t. That was too saucy. I didn’t
even know if that sounded like me.
Mitch: LOL. Good to know. See you soon.