Page 25 of Alpha's Sunflower Smiles

Wilfred looked at the gift blankly, not sure what I was doing.

“It’s for you,” I said. “I want you to have it.”

“I couldn’t take it. It’s for your date.”

“I wantyouto be my date, Wilfred.”

He blinked up at me. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure. I’m asking you out. I like you very much.”

If this were a film, he’d have leaned over the counter and kissed me passionately but it was real life and he stared at me in surprise and said, “Oh. I didn’t think you did. Not like that.”

“Well I do. I always have.”

“Really?”

He looked so amazed that I couldn’t help but laugh. I think it was partly relief and partly the restrained stress suddenly dissipating. It was over now. One way or the other, I’d done it. I’d asked.

“Yes, Wilfred. I want to be your boyfriend.”

I figured it was best to be clear, after I’d apparently hurt him so much by not saying what I should have.

The smile he gave me wasn’t the megawatt one but it was better. It was softer and there were tears in his eyes as he nodded.

“I want that, too. You make me feel fluttery.”

“Is that… a good thing?”

“Yes. Yes, it is.”

I grinned and moved slowly round the counter, watching Wilfred’s expression the whole time. He was smiling and two tears leaked out of his eyes and ran down his cheeks. I ducked my head and kissed those cheeks, tasting the salt of his tears.

Then I pressed my lips to his and it felt like a puzzle piece clicking into place.

Wilfred’s soft lips parted and I slid my tongue into his mouth, teasing him and tasting him. His body leaned against mine as though he were too weak to hold himself upright and my arms wound around his waist and pulled him closer, holding him upand feeling his body all down mine. The warmth and the softness and the hardness all combined into absolute perfection.

I could feel myself responding more to it and knew that, if I allowed us to continue like this, I’d actually do what the professor had told me to, which was to ravish Wilfred across his counter.

I drew back reluctantly.

Because there was something else the professor had told me to do, and he was right.

Wilfred blinked up at me as though he was coming back to reality after a dream and my chest swelled. My hands stayed on his hips, grounding us both with the contact.

I couldn’t resist pressing one last kiss to his lips and then pulled my head away.

“Wilfred? I need to tell you I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t. Well, you didn’t mean to. I just never thought you’d be interested in someone like me.”

“Iaminterested in you. Only you.” Maybe it was insecurity talking, but I had to know. “What about you? Are you interested in me?”

“Of course I am. The…” he waved his hand around in front of his stomach to demonstrate. “…flutters.”

This man was just too cute. I couldn’t take it any more.

“Come on,” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him behind me.

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