Then he turns back to the window. “I don’t really like crowds, either. Just like you. I’m … much better in an intimate setting, just a couple of friends hanging out, or just one reallyspecial one.” He frowns. “Not that I’m doing a good job of proving that right now. I’m … clearly so nervous around you for some reason.”
“Why?” I absently put my hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m easygoing, Timothy. Nothing to be nervous about at all. We’re not doing anything, remember? We’re just hangin’ out ‘cause it’s late, and neither of us wanna take a long drive back to—”
He cuts me off with a kiss.
Right then, right there.
All my words are gone.
All my thoughts, with them.
My hands are on him, too, completely incapable of controlling them. From the way his body responds, he’s no better, wanting my hands on him as badly as he wants his on me.
And his mouth.
Goddamn, his mouth…
I’ve been craving another kiss since the millisecond the last one ended in that movie theater. And as soon as this one starts, you better bet I’m locked right back in.
As if our kiss in the theater never ended.
An unfinished song.
Begging for another chorus. Another crowd-pleaser. Can’t get enough of his lips. His taste. The way he’s both fierce and gentle at the same time.
Then his hands find my shoulders. He turns me, and my back presses to the window, hat knocked off, tumbling to the floor.
He means business suddenly.
This is the stuff of love songs, but I’m too in the moment to appreciate it. This is what drives people crazy, whether wanting it and not having it, or tasting it and never getting enough, orloving it so much you’re scared you’ll lose yourself and never come back.
It’s a beautiful terror, giving yourself to someone.
Remembering every betrayal you’ve felt.
Your body remembering the pain of every past breakup.
The second you kiss someone new, you risk feeling all of those debilitating poisons again. You risk heartbreak. You risk pain.
You also risk basking in paradise.
Could this finally be the set of lips you’ve been looking for? The ones that won’t abandon you? The ones you can wake up next to every morning? That will say all the right words to capture you in the sweetest prison you’ll never want to escape?
That’s what your heart asks you without words.
With every beat—Could he be the one?
Suddenly he pulls away. “Sorry. I-I know. I said it, too. Just to spend time together. This wasn’t an ambush. I didn’t mean—”
“Hey, do you see me resisting?”
Our hands are still on each other.
Our breaths, crashing out and rushing in.
His desperate eyes meet mine. “I just … don’t want to ruin this thing between us. Whatever it is. Whatever’s happening. I really like it. I … I want more of it. A lot more.”
“Me too,” I assure him.