Holding up her hands, she locked her lips and pretended to throw the key away. “It’s safe with me.”
She looked down and asked, “What about the manwhore thing?”
I wanted to take every single moment back I shared with the endless amounts of women I had fucked so I could tell her that wasn’t true.
“I’ve had my fair share of women and fun times.”
Something moved across her face that I couldn’t read and I wished like hell I had lied. But then again . . . there was something about Paislie that made me want to be honest with her. I never wanted to see her hurt or be the one to hurt her.
She took another bite and we finished the meal in silence. Paislie helped me pack the basket back up and looked out behind me as she jumped up. “The sun! Oh wow.”
Standing, I took her hand and led her over to the other side where we stood and watched the most amazing sunset I’d ever seen. The orange and red colors were brilliant as they swept over the horizon. I felt as if I was seeing a real sunset for the first time in my life.
When the last part of the sun dipped below the skyline, Paislie turned to me. “I have to be honest with you, Malcolm.”
“It’s a good trait, remember?”
She let out a soft chuckle. “I can’t get involved with a guy like you. No matter how attracted I am to you.” My chest felt tight, but I wasn’t sure if it was because she said she was attracted to me or couldn’t get involved with a guy like me. “I didn’t come on this date looking to spend the night in your bed, Malcolm.”
“Why did you come then?”
Her mouth opened and she looked pissed, as if thinking that was my only reason for inviting her. “The small amount of time we’ve spoken, I’ve enjoyed it. I’m curious about you and you make me feel . . . um . . . I um—”
“I make you feel what?”
The night sky was starting to fight with daylight as her eyes turned dark. “Different.”
“Good different or bad different?”
She lowered her head and looked down. Placing my finger under her chin, I lifted her eyes back to mine. “Paislie?”
“Good different, but I can’t . . . I mean I’ve been hurt so many times by guys and you scare me, Malcolm.”
Dropping my eyes to her lips, my dick jumped when she licked them. If I kept staring at them I’d say something I regretted. “Since I was in high school I haven’t been on a date, Paislie.”
Her brows pinched together. “What?”
“I didn’t invite you here with hopes that I could fuck you. There are plenty of women out there that I could pick up and fuck.” She swallowed hard as I kept her eyes trained on mine. “I invited you here because you make me feel different.”
Pressing her lips together, she grinned and then asked, “Good different or bad different?”
I leaned over, closing the distance between us. My lips stopped short of hers as I noticed both our breathing pick up.
“Good,” I whispered before pressing my lips to hers.
Her hands came up and gripped my arms. If there was anything I wanted more in this world, it was to kiss this girl. But I also wanted to kiss her so she knew that was all I wanted from her.
For now.
I gently rubbed my lips across hers as she squeezed onto my arms and moaned ever so slightly. When I pressed my lips to her it felt like a jolt of lightning. It was slow and soft. Nothing felt as if it needed to be rushed. When she opened her mouth to me, I swear I died and went to heaven. Our tongues moved slowly in perfect harmony with each other.
I fought the urge to pull her closer to me. To make her feel how badly I wanted her.
No. I needed to take things slow.
This was different.
Paislie was different.