He hadn’t made us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches but whipped us up some mean grilled cheeses and a can of tomato soup. He snapped his finger and the lights turned off, and an old red candle he’d place on the table lit.
“I don’t put out on first dates, so you know.” I sat down and looked over the meal he had prepared.
“Getting you to call this a date is a big score in my book. It’s enough for now.”
I didn’t even need to look up to know that grin was back on his face again.
Together we chatted while eating, what I imagined was normal first-date conversation: favorite hobbies, music, movies, and all the other random info we could think of. An hour passed quickly once we got into the topic of family. Mostly his. His father was a martial arts master from China, his mother was from the States. He was raised on the other side of the country, but the energy of this area called to him and demanded he be here. So here he was. I didn’t open up much about my parents, but I did talk about the car my pop and I had rebuilt.
Talking with him was so easy, and it wasn’t until I started yawning that I decided it was time I headed home.
“Sure you’re okay to drive? That grilled cheese could put you into a food coma, and you’d pass out at the wheel,” he teased as we walked down to the front of the bar together.
“I think I’ll survive.” I turned to look at him and say goodbye when his body invaded my space, pressing my body against the door with his own large presence.
He didn’t say anything before he kissed me, this time with more fever than before. This kiss was not one of building trust—this kiss was meant to scorch my mind and make me remember each touch of lips, each stroke of tongues against the other. I was totally wrapped up in his gripping hands and strangled moans when he stepped back, giving me space.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He unlocked the door and held it open for me.
I felt the subtle vibrations inside my chest before his eyes flashed with amusement making my cheeks reddened.
He didn’t say anything as I threw myself in the Camaro and slammed the door shut with a huff, embarrassed as hell that I had no control over myself around him.
His eyes were on me, though, and I swore I could hear his thoughts as I drove home.
“Kisses so good I make my girl purr.”
I’m not sure which was worse, the fact that I randomly purred while around him, or that I just thought of myself as his girl in my head.
