It’s the fourth time he’s said it since meeting, and it’s starting to get old. Like saying the same word over and over again until it loses its meaning and doesn’t sound real anymore.
“Your skin glows. The way your eyes shine makes me want to get lost in them forever.”
Okay, that line manages to pull me back in. It’s kind of nice to find someone who doesn’t think sharing his feelings is a weakness. It’s really not—unless they’re panicking for no reason because they’re convinced they’re going to die and decide to shit in an elevator.
Yeah, that date with Kyler will be the bad-date story that will top all other bad-date stories. Just shy of serial killer ones.
“Thank you. I’ve been told my eyes are pretty before, but no one’s said they could get lost in them.”
He smiles, and I notice the slight gap between his front teeth. It’s kind of adorable. Not everything has to be perfect.
When he kisses me, though, it feels… lackluster. But the last time I was kissed was last night, by Decker. That’s a hard act to follow.
“I love the feel of your tongue on mine,” Tanner says, resting his forehead against mine. “The way it dances and moves. You really know what to do with it.”
Odd compliment, but okay. “Um, thanks.”
“I’d love to know how it feels on my quivering member.”
First, ew.
Second, I’ve heard that before.
Doing my best to hide my laughter, I lean back. “Did you just steal a line from10 Things I Hate About You?”
“Oh, you’ve seen that movie?”
Of all the lines to steal, he picks the horrific romance novel option from Allison Janney? “I went through a Heath Ledger phase and have watched all of his movies.”
I’ve thrown him off his game, and he struggles to get back on track. “You’re much hotter than Julia Styles.”
Another weird compliment. “Thanks?”
“Your breasts are divine, and I would love to suck on them like a child feeding on his mother’s teat.”
And… we’ve officially enteredweird. “I’m not sure how to feel about that visual.”
“I promise, I can make you feel amazing. I’ll start by caressing your body, giving you a sensual massage, before I move to rub between your soft petals.”
“My what now?”
“You’ll have the wettest pleats you’ve ever felt by the time I’m done working your body over.”
Wettest pleats? Is he talking about my vagina? The labia? What the hell is he saying?
“And when I finally enter your dark, moist tunnel, we’ll both be in heavenly bliss as I ride you until you have the largest orgasmic euphoria you’ve ever experienced.”
I almost feel bad because Tanner stands there with so much confidence and pride—like he’s accomplished something groundbreaking. Flowery words meant to seduce… but instead, they just make me uncomfortable.
“I… yeah… no.”
“Excuse me?”
I move toward the door without looking back. “That was… weird and kind of disgusting.”
“Disgusting?”
He sounds genuinely offended, and I can’t help but laugh. Turning, I sigh and shrug. “I highly doubt any woman has ever let you see her naked after you’ve referred to her vagina as a dark, moist tunnel. And no woman ever will. Also, don’t bring a mom and child into a sexual visual. That makes it really weird.”
