The Boyfriend Blog

“Can I kiss you now?”

She presses her lips together to keep from smiling.

“Lizzie…” My eyes drop to her mouth.

“Please,” she says softly.

I push the door shut and back her up against it until her body is flush with mine. Her face is radiant as she tilts it up to look at me, and somehow, I just know that this kiss is going to change my life.

Cupping her face in my hands, I dip my head and press my mouth to hers. Her lips are soft, so sweet against mine. In this moment, my life clicks into place, and I know that I’ve found my forever.

I tilt her head to get a better angle on her mouth, and when her lips part on a gasp, my tongue desperately goes in search of hers. I groan and slide one hand from her face to her hip so that I can pull her closer to me. Her hands tangle in my hair as we make out like horny teenagers.

Why did I wait so long to do this? And how did I pull away from this that night all those years ago?

Her hands slide up my chest, curve around my jaw, and push to the back of my neck. She holds on, her lips moving in sync with mine.

It isn’t until the sound of her cellphone blaring in her pocket interrupts us that we slowly break away. We’re both breathing heavily, and I kiss her forehead to take a second to catch my breath.

“You okay?”

She nods and smiles up at me, letting the call go to voicemail. “Yes.”

Well, that makes one of us, because I’m not even close to okay after that kiss. I want to haul her into my arms and continue where we left off.

“I’m so glad you came back.”

“Me, too.”

“My God, sweetheart, it about killed me when you left.”

“I’m sorry,” she starts. “I was just confused and scared and—”

“Can we t

alk about it?”

“Really, you want to talk? I thought we were going to do more of—” Lizzie’s eyes drop to my mouth.

“This?” I capture her lips in a quick, searing kiss.

She nods dopily. “That.”

“We will.” I take her hand, walk to the couch, and settle her on my lap. “But first, I want to talk about what happened.”

“Okay.” She curls up against me. “If I would’ve known you were this comfortable, I might’ve crawled onto your lap a long time ago.”

I smile and brush the hair from her face so that I have a clear view of her when we talk. “I’m so sorry about that night.” I shake my head, still baffled that I thought she was Emily. “I swear to you that I thought you were Emily.”

“I know. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“I want to.”

She glides her fingers down my arm and entwines our fingers. “Okay. Go ahead.”

“Do you remember the first guy you dated in college? Brian? Ben?”

“Brendon.”