Page 62 of Let's Get Textual

His only response is a laugh.

“Shit. That issonot first date material.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’ve only had a nap today? Or that you had to work late last night? We could have rescheduled.”

I shrug. “I was excited to meet you.”

“So excited you fell asleep, right?”

“Oh hush.” I glance out the window. “Well, I guess this is me.”

“Stay there. I’ll grab your door for you.”

“Such a gentleman.”

As he exits the car, I check myself in the visor mirror, making sure I don’t look like complete shit after my snoozefest.

“Milady,” he says, opening the door and extending his hand toward me.

He helps me out, but doesn’t back up.

I’m crowded between him and his fancy car, and I can’t imagine a better place to be right now.

Zach smiles down at me, his grin almost wolfish. “Did you have a good first date, Delia?”

“It wasn’t terrible.”

“I’ll take that. Plus, you’ve already agreed to a second date with me. There’s no backing out now.”

“No, I guess not.”

We’re standing so close together that if I were to move an inch, I’d be brushing against him. I want to be brushing against him.

I take a step forward, and he doesn’t move back. In fact, Zach swoops his arms around me and pushes us back until I’m snug against his car, one hand settled on my waist and the other curved around the nape of my neck. His touch is gentle and heavy all at once.

His green eyes bore into me and I can’t pull my gaze from his. It’s so…hot. My head is swimming and my body feels like I’m standing only inches away from a roaring fire.

Though the night air is cool, I’m breaking a sweat, and I know Zach can feel it.

His lips tilt up at the corner and that fucking dimple pokes through again.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Delia.”

And then his mouth is on mine.

This kiss is everything I’ve been missing in my life.

Those fireworks I didn’t have before?

They explode into the night sky the moment Zach lays his lips to mine.

He’s gentle at first, but our soft kisses turn firm and we’re grabbing at one another like we’ll never touch again. He slides his hand around until he’s cradling my face. I press into him, into the kiss, into…whatever the hell this is.

Our tongues continue to dance to a song only they know, and I couldn’t even begin to count the minutes we stay wrapped up in one another.

Somewhere along the way, our kisses turn sweeter. We finally pull our lips apart and suck in deep breaths of air.

Zach rests his head against mine and I gently lay a palm to his chest, dying to see if his heart is beating as wildly as mine.

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