Safe to say, Gwendolyn loved sweets, and the Oreos were a hit.
We walked around, eating junk food and talking about her work, specifically her latest project. Cozy robots. I thought it was a brilliant idea, and the fact that she wanted Phillip to give them out for free said a lot about her character. She was good through and through, as I already knew. This only confirmed it more.
“Do you wanna ride one of the rides?” I asked, pointing to the few they had for adults. Nothing extravagant, just a few little spinning types of rides.
“I don’t think so. I might do something to the structure if I got too nervous or scared.”
Oh. Good point.
“No worries. We can go play those games we saw back that way.” I smiled, hoping to keep the party going between us. She nodded, and we walked along the row of carnival games.
“I’m not playing the game where you shoot water; I bet you’d cheat.” That almost grin appeared, and I had to fight back a laugh.
“Are you teasing me?” She totally was. Hah! Gwendolyn was messing with me!
“Maybe.” That almost smile grew wider, and my feet stopped moving.
My brain stopped firing, and my heart stopped beating.
That smile. All I could do was stare.
“What?” She stopped walking and looked at me.
My feet were moving, my brain was firing all signals, and my heart was beating faster than before.
Her eyes looked wild and surprised as I placed my hands gently on her cheeks and descended my lips on hers.
My muse, my love, my beauty in a world of gray.
“Now, that’s a kiss.”
Our kiss was cut short by Pops’s narration.
“Sorry.” He realized his mistake as soon as she pulled back to look at my face.
Would she regret the kiss? Was touching lips not okay on some level to her?
“You are amazing,” I told her and watched as her gaze moved from my eyes, down to my lips, then back up.
“I wanna do that again.”
I’ve died again, and this time there was no coming back. I was simply in heaven and staying there forever.
Chapter Sixteen
Gwendolyn
He kissed me again, and the feelings curled my toes inside my boots. I wanted to run my fingers through his messy hair and then continue to feel all over his body. Over his shirt, then under.
So, I did.
He groaned into my mouth, and I felt a frenzy stir inside me. I wanted more. Needed more. My skin felt hot even though it was cold outside, and my breaths sounded more like pants as his teeth nipped at my lower lip. I opened for him, and then our tongues were dancing together.
I’d never felt this way before. He melted me like aluminum melted under a torch.
“I don’t know what I need. But I need more.” I moaned against him, being brutally honest. I’d never done this before. Men weren’t something I had given the time of day to before. They didn’t like me before I was a known robotics scientist, so why should they like me now?
I didn’t care that we were surrounded by people as his hands moved down to hold onto my ass, lifting me up against him. He was leading this, and I was happy to follow him until we became cinders after the flame.
