“Sit down with me. It’ll be more comfortable.” He taps the grey surface and smiles. “What’re you standing there for?”
“I’m not sitting down on a 358-thousand-dollar car,” I argue. “Too expensive. I’d only feel guilty about it.”
Andrew rolls his eyes and pulls me against him, tugging me down to sit on the trunk. “It’s just a car. I can buy another one if needed. Just sit down, please. I want you to be comfortable.”
Talk about being rich.
I delicately put my ass on the grey surface and apologize internally to the car. “What are we here for?”
Eyes crinkling at the corners, he says, “Look up.”
So, I do, and my lips part in awe at the starry night looking back at me. It’s absolutely mesmerizing how clear the sky is and how bright the stars shine.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Yeah, it is.”
I glance at him and notice him already watching me as he smiles softly. I don’t know what kind of spirit possesses me, but I listen to my heart rather than my brain and lean into him. I hover close enough to feel his hot breath and notice the thickness of his dark lashes fluttering.
His hand creeps over mine on the hood of the car, igniting a fire in me that travels all the way to my chest and makes my blood pump faster until I feel lightheaded.
He smiles and for the first time he doesn’t look like the confident man who’s been courting me these past days. When I look at him, I see a love struck fool, desperate to be chosen by the one he set his sights on.
“Can I…kiss you?” he asks, breathing shallowly against my mouth, hands shaking nervously. “I really want to.”
“I know,” I tease, grazing his nose with mine and chuckling when he smiles all dazed and swooned at me. “Kiss me, Prince Charming.”
Hesitant at first, he parts his lips and closes the space between us, brushing his lips delicately against mine until sparks fly in my stomach. My skin buzzes with anticipation when he deepens the kiss and one of his hands cups my cheek. Nibbling on my bottom lip and groaning into my mouth, he places his hand, that previously rested on mine, on my nape, caressing the sensitive skin.
I want to thread my fingers through his hair and plunge in the depth of this sensation. A feeling of such arduous want and desperate need to have him closer that I still don’t entirely understand but can’t help desire.
I reluctantly and painfully slowly break the kiss to speak before I lose myself in his silky web. “Thank you for today. I had a lot of fun.”
He stares at me for a bit then a wide grin shines through his lust and obvious desire. “Stop playing with my heart.”
“Who says I’m playing?” I muse and the look he shoots me makes me snort. “You’re annoyingly endearing.”
Leaning my head against his shoulder, I purse my lips as the familiarity of that kiss sinks in. It has to be him. The sensation, the warmth, and ease are the same.
I can’t be mistaken.
Andrew has to be the mystery hook up.
But I don’t know if I should care about that anymore. It’s clear that I like him, at least physically. I’d rather not ask my heart what it thinks, or I’ll probably launch myself off this cliff.
“I was reluctant to give you a chance because I didn’t think this would be a good idea,” I say, intertwining our fingers on his thigh. “But the more I get to know you, the less discomfort I feel. I enjoy our time together, often forgetting how inappropriate this may be. I’m even starting to think that maybe it’s not such a big deal after all. You’re a grown man and I can’t keep using your age and lack of knowledge about me as an excuse to push you away.”
“I’m happy you’re giving me a chance and that you don’t hate me for being so persistent.”
“I could never hate you,” I say, welcoming his touch as he tenderly places a kiss on my cheek. “Hate is such an ugly emotion.”
“Let’s play a little game.”
“A game?”
“A secret for a secret. I tell you something about me that hardly anyone knows then it’s your turn to tell me a secret. It can be anything you want. It doesn’t have to be a deep secret. If you just want to tell me that you like me that’s fine too–though, that’s not a secret.”
“Sounds like you want me to tell you something specific but are too scared to ask, you coward,” I nudge his rib and laugh. “I’m in but you start.”
