I kiss her again. More explorative than the first. Her tongue sinks into my mouth.
When we break apart, this time, I know this kiss is over.
It takes Sutton a minute to form a sentence, breath fogging up the glass. Her chest quickly rises and falls. “What did youthink? Any tips?” She swallows quickly as if the questions are soured milk.
At least they’ve soured me. That kiss…it ruined all other kisses. I don’t want anyone else knowing how she kisses, or to feel the clinging and possessiveness of her lips on their skin. She tasted sweet tonight, I bet she always does, and it’s a decadent treat that I want reserved for me.
“I don’t know. Might need another.” I lean in to her, but she swats at my shoulder, turning her head to let my mouth meet her cheek.
“Seriously.” She giggles.
I shake my head no.
“Come on, Coop.”
Maybe I should give her a bad tip? Tell her something that’ll make her a bad kisser. Suggest not to use her hands to touch and explore. No pulling at their hair, or kissing down their neck, leaving trails of herself everywhere.
“Kiss anyone like that and they’re a goner.”
“Okay, okay.” She eyes me wearily. “I should go.” She climbs back over the console, almost knocking over the remnants of her milkshake. “Thanks for this.” Sutton opens the door, taking her trash.
Left on the floor of the passenger seat is her leather boots.
I open my door to get out, grabbing them quickly.
“Dave, wait.” She turns to face me. “Your boots.”
“Oh, yeah. Thanks.” Sutton outstretches a hand for them. “Elliot would probably kill me in my sleep if I lost these.”
“Here.” I kneel in front of her, requesting a foot with my open palm.
Taking the left shoe, I put her foot in them gently. My hold on the sole, then ankle. I zip up the boot, my other hand smoothing up her calf.
I’m focused on the closing leather, making sure not to pinch her skin, but sneak a quick peek up at her. She’s staring down at me raptly. Before repeating this on the other leg, I squeeze the top of her calf which causes a sharp inhale from her. Then move to the next leg.
“Thanks for the ride,” she says when I stand back up.
“I can drive you the rest of the way.”
“No, I’m fine. I…I uh…” I can tell Sutton’s flustered, her skin flush. “Need to clear my head. The air will help.”
“Text me when you get home?”
She leaves without a response, but my phone buzzes as I pull into my driveway.
Dave
I’m home.
Good.
Dave
Thanks for practicing…
Anytime
Dave
