Too aware of my body and the way my skin tightens as he draws nearer. And nearer.
My bag lands on the hood of my car.
He braces his hands on either side of my shoulders against my driver’s side door, and he leans in a little closer. “It might not be appropriate, but I’m past caring.”
The timber of his voice is rough, gravely, aroused.
My lips part as he brushes his mouth against mine. The smallest touch zaps me.
But then, his kiss presses more firmly. Slow and intense.
I kiss him back, letting him tease me open with a few small moves.
Passion cranks through me, lifts me on my toes, because I’ve been fighting a losing battle. I want him.
Even though I shouldn’t, I want him, and I want this.
My hand lifts to the center of his chest, not a move to push him back but to ground myself in this moment.
Nick’s kiss deepens just a hair. He doesn’t speed up, doesn’t grope at me, just shows me how much he wants to with his attention. His intentions.
If I let him, he’d take everything I have to offer.
Neither of us are ready for that. To give in to those desires.
When my hand gathers the fabric of his T-shirt in my fist, his mouth falls away from mine.
I’m shaking from it. From this line that we’ve crossed.
Nick simply grins down at me, his hand covering mine and smoothing out my grip. “So, this weekend. Saturday at eleven work for you?”
NICK
Ruby is excited as she buckles herself into my Jeep. But her apprehension is also clear as she fidgets with the drawstrings on her hoodie. Up and down. Up and down.
Since yesterday, when I told her I wanted her to meet Olivia and she’s coming to play soccer and eat ice cream with us, she’s been asking me all kinds of questions about her.
Where did you meet?
What’s she like?
Does she like you?
Are you dating?
Will she like me?
Do I have to like her?
What does she do?
What does she like to do?
Is she funny?
Is she nice?
The questions were all easy to answer. Well, most of them were. I did my best to answer them as honestly as I’m able.