Page 87 of Becoming His
I was relieved at her words but realized she could just be saying it. We left the restaurant, and I began to panic, realizing the night was almost over.
″Wanna go to the beach?" I asked, grabbing her hand in mine. It felt so right, our hands together like that.
Annabelle jumped a mile, though, and I laughed.
"Oh, come on. You need to get used to human contact. Beach?"
Annabelle said she was tired, yet she sat chewing her lip as she gazed at me. Fucking hell, I wanted to kiss her so bad.
"Bailey, I need to ask you something."
"You're cold," I whispered, running my hands up and down her bare arms. I could make her warm if she'd allow me to.
"I know," she said, her teeth chattering slightly.
Without thinking, I wrapped her in my arms, her body pressed against mine as I murmured into her hair.
"Ask away. I must warn you, though, I'm brutally honest."
"Why are you doing this? Taking me out, getting me a makeover..."
I pulled away slightly, tilting her head up by my finger so I could lose myself in the gray pools of beauty she gazed at me with.
"Because I'm not a cliche. I said I'd help you, and I'll keep my word. Even thoughyouclearly can't keep yours."
I teased, enjoying watching her squirm. Her eyes dropped to my lips, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she battled desperately with whatever emotions she was feeling.
"Well, thank you for letting me see what a date should be like." Annabelle swallowed and went to move away.
I held her in place, my eyes searching hers. I needed to keep her in my arms as long as possible; she was addictive.
"At this point in the date, if it's gone wrong, you'd go your separate ways and probably never speak again," I spoke softly, hoping it wasn't too obvious how much I wanted her right now.
"And if it has gone well?" Her innocent voice was filled with longing, making my heart beat rapidly against my chest. I wasn't thinking about any other date going right but this one, right here, right now.
"Then he would probably tilt your head up like this." I tilted her head, exposing her lips to mine as she looked at me with those fucking eyes. "If you were looking at him how you are looking at me now, I would imagine he would lean forward and kiss you."
Please, give me a sign.Any sign that you want me to kiss you.
Usually, I would be bold, swooping in and doing it, but this girl was so damn unique that I couldn't.
There was a small silence before she spoke.
′But I've never kissed anyone before.′
Oh my fucking God.
"Want me to teach you that too?" I whispered, my lips brushing the soft skin of her throat as she gasped. She suddenly turned her head to mine, so our lips were almost touching. But, I still needed to be sure.
"You want me to be your first kiss? Are you sure?"
Please say yes, please say yes.
"Yes."
There is a God.
"Just follow what I do. Don't think about it."
