“Is it a better day? You nearly refused my cookies.” The corner of his mouth lifts due to my humor, but I turn serious. “Tell me about this something?”
I feel it in my bones. It’s the light in his eyes and the tenacity. There is a wave inside of me that roots me down with confidence that all is well.
“You see, I have a little problem.”
My eyes drop down. “Is it little?”
“Now who is trying to be funny?”
I clear my throat and put on my serious mode, and he notices. “Okay.”
“Even though it wasn’t the right circumstance, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about something…”
Another step and our bodies are flush.
“Which is?” I rasp.
“This.” His mouth crashes down on mine.
Instantly, I’m floating, but I’m in his arms, and he won’t let me fall because he’s holding me tight. My arms loop around his neck as we kiss gently before returning to our fervent need. I let him lead, otherwise I’m scared I would climb him like a tree, and he’s in a towel which is as evil as Krampus, Santa’s devilish relative.
I moan into Tyler’s mouth, and he only pulls me tighter to his body. My eyes stay closed, and I soak in this moment that is making me lightheaded. This kiss isn’t sweet, but it’s still perfect because it’s filled with reverence. A desperate need for each other.
His tongue runs along the seal of my lips, then he places a simple kiss on the corner of my mouth. But I steal more by chasing his mouth with my own until we mold into another kiss.
It feels like forever, but we need to breathe, and when we do, he slowly pulls away and places a chaste kiss on the tip of my nose and cheek until our foreheads touch, with our breathing rapid, attempting to subside.
“No complaints about your thought process.” My voice scrapes with a sultry playful voice. I don’t date, and it should scare me, the thought of getting close to a man in a non-platonic way, but no fiber inside of me wants to run away.
“Good.”
Pulling away, our eyes meet. We come to terms with what just happened, and we’re both radiant because there are no regrets.
“This is the part when I should probably try and save my sanity and not be near you while in a towel and you just kissed me like that,” I say flatly, in awe of the last few minutes.
His fingertips touch the curve of my shoulder. “And for my sanity, I shouldn’t be near you while your shoulder is taunting me.”
Thank you, Gracie.
It feels as though my lips are swollen, and we both have giddy looks.
“Then I will leave you with a not-nutrition-plan-compliant snack.”
“Meh. They can go in the freezer, right?”
I nod.
Walking backward to the front door, our eyes remain tied together. I nearly trip in my step but save myself. My hand lazily indicates behind my back. “I’ll just leave then.”
“You do that.” He grins but also seems flustered himself.
I’m about to dart out but stop. “Hey, Tyler.”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe you’re not like all of the other players.”
His lips press together, but the tick of his cheek tells me that he understands.
