For once, I just act.
As the sun sets and the lighthouse interior glows a soft shade of orange, it feels absolutely magical in here.
Shane wants to stay a while longer, and I do too.
That’s why I turn to him and whisper, “Yes, let’s stay.”
I can’t look away.
We’ve had a lot of “moments,” but not like this one.
I see in his gaze that he wants more.
I do as well.
I want to feel his lips on mine.
I want to kiss this man.
So when he leans in, eyes closing, I shut mine too.
Then our lips touch.
Finally.
Oh my God, it’s so good—the perfect mix of soft and slightly rough and hungry at times.
I kiss Shane back with everything I’ve been keeping bottled up inside. It feels as if he’s doing the same thing.
No, I know he is.
While we kiss and kiss, the sun melts down into the water, a perfect romantic backdrop.
The skies darken, and we know someone will be coming around to lock up soon. In fact, it’s the sound of a truck pulling up that finally gets us to stop making out.
“That must be the lighthouse keeper,” I say softly as I leanback.
With his hands still on my hips, Shane says, “Yeah. We better get out of here before we get kicked out.”
Laughing, I agree, “That’s for sure.”
We still haven’t said a word about what just happened. Nevertheless, it feels comfortable and normal between us.
I’m relieved about that.
Shane is so sweet and cute too. When we’re ready to start down the staircase, he insists on carrying me.
“It’s going to be dangerous navigating these steps in the near-dark,” he says. “I’d never forgive myself if you fell, Willa.”
Okay, I’m melting a little right now.
Of course I agree.
I like being in his strong arms.
At the base, though, to my dismay, he puts me down. But then he spins me around to face him.
I think we’re about to have another moment, and maybe more kissing too.
