Swing and a Mishap (Summersweet Island 2)

“So is that a yes for a date then?” Shepherd shouts after me, making me smile against my fingertips as I take a peek back at him over my shoulder while I quickly make my way down his front walk.

He’s still standing where I left him, but now he’s leaning back against the side of the house where he just kissed the hell out of me, like his legs might give out if he tries to walk. It just makes me smile even bigger as I look away from him, dropping my fingers from my lips once I get to the sidewalk, and shout back.

“We’ll see! Message me.”Shepherd: Did that kiss really happen, or did I imagine it?

Wren: Who is this?

Shepherd: That is not, nor will it EVER be, funny again, Wren Elizabeth Bennett. You know damn well who it is, since you can see the texts I sent you the last few days that you never answered.

Wren: Oooh, bringing out my full name. Will I get a spanking too?

Shepherd: Maybe I’m the one who should be asking who this is. Jesus, Wren. A man can only take so much in one night. I can still taste you, and I can still feel you against me, and I can still see the way you touched your lips when you were walking away from me with that shocked, beautiful smile on your face. Like you couldn’t believe it happened. And if you say one more thing like that, I might actually break my phone this time by crushing it in my hand instead of throwing it across the room.

Wren: Why did you throw your phone across the room???

Shepherd: Because I’m a dumb boy who made a girl cry, and I was pouring my heart out to her, and she wasn’t reading my messages. Or, you know, it slipped, and now it has a cracked screen.

Wren: You know what this reminds me of? That time I kept messaging you, and you never replied to me, and then you stopped talking to me for a whole year. But you know, my HEART was cracked.

Shepherd: Ouch, I deserve that.

Wren: At least when I started talking to you again, it only took two days and you got a kiss out of it, you big baby.

Shepherd: Damn, Bennett, are you finished?

Wren: Hold on. Remember that time I poured MY heart out to YOU, and you just let me walk away and then said all the perfect things in messages instead of to my face?

Wren: Okay, now I’m done.

Shepherd: Never, ever change, Wren. I kind of like you.

Wren: Good. Because I kind of like you too, person I now have saved in my phone as “Random Guy I Kissed.”

Random Guy I Kissed: You’re hilarious. Also, thanks for the chocolate sauce transfer from your shirt to mine during that kiss. It was delicious.

Wren: OMG! You’re lying. And what do you mean it was delicious if it was on your shirt?

Random Guy I Kissed: I mean, I just assumed it was chocolate sauce when I looked down and saw it after you left, but a licking taste test confirmed it.

Wren: Eeew, what if that wasn’t chocolate?!!!

Random Guy I Kissed: I mean, if you left a brown substance on my shirt that wasn’t chocolate sauce, we have much more to be concerned with than me licking a mystery stain off my shirt.

Wren: Give me that shirt next time I see you, and I’ll wash it for you. OMG I’m sorry!

Random Guy I Kissed: You will do nothing of the sort! Why are you apologizing? Since when is chocolate bad? Was there a memo sent out I don’t know about? Do you know how many years I’ve dreamed about you and chocolate sauce living together in perfect, naked harmony? Don’t ruin this for me now. LET ME HAVE MY CHOCOLATE FANTASY, WREN.

Wren: How do you do that?

Random Guy I Kissed: Do what? Turn you on and then make you want to vomit all within 0.3 seconds? It’s a gift.

Wren: LOL no! Make me feel… I don’t know… normal. That’s not the right word, but now I’m thinking about YOU and chocolate sauce, so thanks for that. My tongue was just in your mouth, and I should feel weird and my skin should be all itchy, and I should be second-guessing every word I’m saying to you so I don’t say something stupid, but I’m not. Kissing you was just as natural and easy as messaging you that first time. And nothing feels weird, and it still feels like we’re US but different, and you know what? I’m just gonna shut up now before I make things weird.

Random Guy I Kissed: I like it when you’re weird. And I feel the same way. I thought I’d be nervous texting you after what happened, but I’ve never felt so… calm. And now you’ve got me saying the wrong words, because I am anything but calm. I can’t stop thinking about that kiss, and it’s driving me crazy, because I just want to kiss you again right now. But talking to you is never weird. It’s always right, and it’s always perfect. Also, I’m gonna need a minute or two, because now I can’t stop thinking about your tongue being in my mouth. And how do you feel about phone sex, yay or nay?