Listen, it’s cold. I’m not going to stand around and do the dance.
“Just kiss me already,” I say, out loud instead of to myself.
His hands come out of his pockets, touch my cheeks, and brings me into a mind blowing, intense first kiss. His tongue explores mine, and boy is the wait worth it, but then he stops and leaves me wanting more.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” He smiles, awkwardly. “Have a good night.”
Is he serious?My mouth is gaping open, wondering why the hell we couldn’t enjoy that for a bit longer? Liam is one hell of a man and glad that I decided to give him a chance. Yet, I find myself entertaining the idea that maybe it’s all a show and after a couple months I’ll get to see the real him. Not “be on your best behavior” him.
The door shuts and my back is against it, head hitting it repeatedly. What the hell was that? Is he trying to make me crave him? Because if so, it’s totally working. My fingers touch my lips, wondering if he’s that good at kissing, then how amazing is he in bed? Okay, so I know the saying size doesn’t matter, and personally I think that’s true. Think about it this way, even if it’s nine inches, if they can’t hit the stop, then it doesn’t matter. They can be five inches, hit the spot every time, and be amazing in bed. The stigma around penis size is just ridiculous and men need to worry more about their skills rather than how well they are hung.
I stop relishing in our kiss, and pass through the living room to grab a bottle of water, kick off my wedges, and take a seat on the couch. Tonight did go fantastic, but why am I always waiting for the shoe to drop? For something to go wrong? I pick up my phone to let update Tessa, because she’s probably dying to hear about it.
Me: Home from dinner.
A quick sip of water wets my throat, and the condensation comes off on my hand from the bottle.
Tessa: So, did you get your damn kiss? Have to beg for it?
Me: Oh, I straight up said kiss me. Wasn’t taking the chance. I had to know if he was a good kisser before going any further.
Tessa: Of course you did. ?? So does that mean there’s a next date?
Me: Yes!!! More details later.
My eyes start to burn, and it’s a good of a time as any to get all this makeup off my place and get some PJ’s on before Liam takes over my dreams tonight.