Chapter 25
EVIE
Kyle and I have been dating for a couple of weeks now, and I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.
He’s the perfect gentleman and goes out of his way to make me feel special.
I’m starting to fall in love with him.
Last night, during my shift, I realized my feelings were changing. I was standing at the bar while waiting for an order when Kyle walked over to the hostess stand to check the reservations. Not once did he ogle one of the other girls, but as he turned around, our eyes met. He smiled.
That smile was for me. Just me. No one else.
I grin at my reflection in the mirror as I take the elevator up to Kyle’s place. It’s Monday night, which means Marilyn’s is closed, and it’s my one night off.
Kyle is making me dinner tonight.
I’m nervous when the doors open, and I step into his foyer. We’ve had some pretty heated moments, but we’ve never done anything more.
I’m ready to move our relationship to the next step.
“There’s my gorgeous girl,” Kyle says as he comes down the stairs. He walks right up to me, wraps an arm around my waist and kisses me passionately.
When he pulls back, I smile up at him. “Something smells delicious.”
“I’ve done something different. I hope you like it,” Kyle says secretively.
Taking my hand, he pulls me to the kitchen. When I see what he’s done, I laugh.
“We’re having breakfast?”
He grins at me as he pulls out a stool for me. “Because of the hours we work, we’ve never had a decent breakfast before. I like the idea of starting my day with you.”
Aww… he’s so sweet.
We help ourselves to the various breakfast foods he has laid out on the counter. Kyle thought of everything. Eggs, bacon, hash browns, biscuits and gravy, and pancakes, I’m going to roll out of here by the time we’re done eating.
Conversation is light while we enjoy the feast, and I find myself smiling the entire time.
When I take my last bite, feeling like my stomach could burst, Kyle places our dirty dishes in the dishwasher. I watch as he pours us each a glass of wine.
“Let’s go sit in the living room,” he says, and he waits for me to get up before he follows me over to the couch.
Once I’m seated, he hands me a glass and clinks his own against mine.
“Here’s to us,” he whispers.
I take a sip and place the glass on the table next to me. I’ve never been much of a big drinker.
As I turn back, Kyle’s hands frame my face, and his lips press against mine. Things heat up quickly, and soon we’re breathless as we claw at each other’s clothes.
I only manage to get his shirt off before he drags my jeans and panties down my legs. He pushes my shirt up and yanks my bra down, and his mouth is hot on my sensitive flesh as his lips cover a nipple.
A moan drifts from my lips as his hand slips between my legs.
Letting go of my breast, he glances up at me with a grin. “You’re wet for me, gorgeous.”
He quickly rolls on a condom before he covers my body and enters me.