“I wouldn’t.” It’s the truth. Of course, I’d like time alone with Angel. But if she’d feel more comfortable with Haley being there, I’m okay with that, too.
Angel moves closer, so she has to tilt her head back to look at me. She’s close enough for me to see the spray of freckles across her nose and cheeks and the flecks of silver and green in her eyes. “I haven’t been on a date in a really long time,” she says. “Not in years.”
I close the last of the distance between us. “I haven’t either.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I think…” She pauses. “My neighbor babysits when I have to work a dinner shift. I’m not sure if she’s free on Friday night, but I could ask. Or Hazel—I bet she would take Haley for the evening. Especially if she knows…”
“That it’s a date? That she’s been trying to set us up on for ages?”
Angel laughs. “Yes.”
“So it’s a date, then?”
Say yes.
“Yes.” She smiles; her whole face lighting up with it. “It’s a date.”
What happened to not getting more involved?the cautious part of me asks.This seems like pretty much the exact opposite of it.
Too late,I tell it.
But to Angel, I say, “Great. You just let me know what time works for?—”
She silences me with a kiss.
It’s quick. Tentative. Sweet.
But oh so tempting.
One hand comes to my shoulder for balance as she goes up on her toes.
She leans in, the softness of her curves fitting perfectly against me.
That delicious cupcake scent is everywhere.
As we kiss, her lips part slightly, allowing me in.
She tastes like honey and mint. And I think I could kiss her forever.
When a small, sultry moan works its way up her throat, my body reacts instinctively. My dick jerks. Swells. Aches.
My hand splays across her lower back, nearly spanning it. I pull her flush against me, so she can feel my arousal. Not because I think anything is going to come of it. But I want her to know what she does to me.
Angel gasps. Then she kisses me harder. Her tongue tangles with mine. Her hand moves from my shoulder to the back of my head, and her fingers tangle in my hair.
Fuck.
She feels incredible.
Thisis incredible.
Then the back door slams, and the patter of feet follows.
Angel practically leaps away from me. Her cheeks are bright red. Her lips are damp and kiss-swollen, begging to be kissed again.
