Page 26 of Impacted by Love

My stomach flips aggressively from the image of Dorothy I had forgotten over the years, which effectively causes my dick to go limp.

"I've shared one of my not-so-defining moments from childhood. Your turn," I announce, returning to the conversation.

"Hm. Let's see. I once put some Chic-O sticks in my mom's grocery cart without her knowledge. I buried them under some shirts she was buying me and?—"

Onesti can't be for real right now. I told her about playing dunk the kiddie in the shitty, and she's talking about sneaking candy. Onesti is from Venus, and I'm on Saturn. How can this possibly work?

Not thy will, but My will be done.

The counter to my question has me fighting not to roll my eyes before tuning back into Onesti's spiel.

"Mom wasn't mad, and I got to eat the Chic-O sticks on the ride back home."

"You're a real rebel, woman."

"I was five, and I was trying to ease into my sinful acts," Onesti says, frowning.

"Ooh, now that sounds loaded. Do tell." Folding my hands together, I lean forward expectantly while struggling to ignore the jolt in my chest when Onesti's eyes beam, and a smirk lifts her lips.

Partof me was disappointed when Asaiah sent the message, basically changing his mind about giving me something I could feel. The other part of me knew God had intervened, which might have been for my benefit. I have never been a woman who leads with my hormones. While I'm no saint and often fall short of God's goodness, I do my best to walk the straight and narrow. I'm sure having sex with Asaiah would be fulfilling, but this impromptu date is gratifying in a way I didn't expect.

Unlike the other times I've been in Asaiah's presence, his eyes aren't downcast and heavy with emotion. The light shining within his eyes fuels my relaxation and allows me to comfortably engage in conversation with Asaiah. There's no pressure to perform or present a perfect image, which makes me happy.

"You have a little sauce on your mouth," Asaiah says, breaking me out of my thoughts.

Without thought or hesitation, I swipe my tongue around my mouth while trying to remove the remnants of my enjoyment of the pie I'm consuming. A low chuckle coming from Asaiah has my gaze returning to him to see him shaking his head while leaning forward.

"Let me help you."

Butterflies take flight in my belly the minute Asaiah's pointer finger touches my face with a light and caressing stroke. My breath hitches, and my body becomes still while my eyes flutter to a close. Never have I ever had a man caress my face so gently.

"There. You're good now," Asaiah insists, forcing me to open my eyes while blinking slowly.

Sheesh! I feel like I'm about to combust from the heat filling my body, and an intense urge to feel Asaiah's lips against mine makes me slightly dizzy.

"Th-thank you," I squeak while struggling to get myself together.

My pulse races and my chest feels like a band of horses galloping across it when Asaiah and I intensely stare at each other.

Please be a man worthy of my attention, Asaiah. I have dined, kissed, and fondled so many frogs that if you're not sincere, it could trigger a few warts.

"My pleasure. Although, I feel compelled to thank you for allowing me this space in your day. You could be anywhere right now, but I'm honored you chose me."

My breathing is becoming labored, and my lips tingle with need, causing words I didn't grant permission to tumble from my mouth.

"I want to kiss you, but I'm not sure if it's appropriate," I breathlessly admit.

Asaiah doesn't respond for countless seconds, but a minute later, he's on the move, causing my breath to stall in my lungs.

Oh my God! Oh my God!

Asaiah is sliding into my side of the booth, increasing the adrenaline coursing through my body with every move he makes.

"If a kiss is what you desire from me now, then I'm ready to oblige you, Ms. Onesti."

Good God! The way my name rolls off Asaiah's tongue is equivalent to honey in hot tea.

When Asaiah's head lowers to my lips, my eyes flutter closed, and my heart races as I anticipate our initial contact. In the next minute, the feeling of Asaiah's pillowy soft lips connects with mine instantly, sending a zing of electricity through my body. My eyes pop open, and I see Asaiah's hungry gaze peering into me, causing a moan to slip from my mouth. A low growl sounds from Asaiah before he deepens the kiss, which sends the pit of my stomach swirling.

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