He leaned in and touched his lips to mine.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I don’t know. You look so good. I just felt like kissing you.”
“We came up here to talk.”
“Come on. You’re not that naïve.”
No, I wasn’t. I knew why I was there. I sighed deeply and ran my hands over his biceps. “Does this mean we’re back together?”
He rested his forehead against mine. “Yeah. Let’s try this again, Alex. If you want.”
He kissed me harder this time, pressing his tongue between my lips. He tasted minty and cool, and a little like beer. My eyebrows wrinkled as his arms tightened around my waist, his tongue delving deeper.
I needed more. I stepped back from him and turned around. He unzipped the dress halfway, and I wiggled my backside.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Touch me,” I said.
“I am.”
“Lower.”
His hands moved down and stopped. “What do you want me to do?”
“What doyouwant to do?”
“Um.” He rubbed the curve of my ass, then squeezed. “Jesus, this dress is scratchy.”
“Spank me,” I said suddenly, growing frustrated. “Please? Would you spank me?”
“Uh. No?”
I glared at him over my shoulder.
“Yes?” he corrected. “You want me to?”
“Why else would I ask?”
“It’s just…you’ve never asked me to—you don’t even like when I pull your hair.”
“I don’t?”
“I did once. You told me to told me to stop.”
I was searching my memory when his palm landed gently on my ass cheek. I looked over my shoulder at him.
He was laughing silently. “I’m sorry,” he said. “This just doesn’t seem like you.”
I straightened my back and turned around, crossing my arms. “It’s a new dress,” I said, glancing down. “That’s what’s different.”
“Yeah, it’s a nice dress. Really…shiny. I told you, you look good. More than good.”
“More than good?” I repeated, cringing.
He threw up his arms. “What do you want from me? I thought you wanted to get back together. You were pissed when we broke up. Your roommate told me you cried for days.”
