As soon as I said that, I wished that my verbal filter worked. What the hell was I thinking, putting it all out there like that—telling her that I wanted her? Was I insane?
“You want me,” she confirmed, a small smile forming as she spoke. “I mean, I thought that you kissing me into oblivion last night was kind of a sign, but I wasn’t sure.”
“Hey, it was you who kissed me,” I reminded her.
“Only because you were taking so long to initiate it. You know, Davis, you’re going to have to learn eventually that women are nothing to be nervous about.”
Her words were an invitation. I could tell by the way that she dropped one of her frites back into her cone and shifted slightly to orient her body even closer to mine. Without a word, I moved in to kiss her—the first time I had ever been the one to initiate.
Briefly, she returned the kiss before she pulled away, but kept her hand on the back of my neck where she had moved it. Up close, I could appreciate the beauty of her eyes: bright green and attentive as she studied my face. “Are you ready to get out of here?”