Page 9 of Dear Wedding Planner
A cab pulls to a stop in front of me, and the clamp tightens further when I can’t see who is sitting in the back seat. I watch with what little air I can hold in my lungs as the door opens. Veronica’s head appears above the door, and her gaze finds mine. A rush of air whooshes out of my lungs in relief when she smiles at me. She's in an emerald green silk dress that clings to her curves, making me hard at just the sight of her. I walk over to the cab to meet her.
"Sorry I'm late," she says, closing the door. "My car wouldn't start, so I had to call a cab to get here."
“I would have waited all night if it meant you were coming to meet me,” I admit.
Veronica does something I don’t expect. She steps towards me and presses her lips to mine. I freeze, not wanting to wake from this dream if it's only in my imagination. I've thought about what it would be like to kiss her a million times, and none of them live up to this moment. The sweet scent of her perfume and the feel of her soft breasts pressing against my chest makes my dick immediately react to her.
She pulls back abruptly, with a look of uncertainty on her face. “I’m sorry, was that not okay?”
I shake my head, not understanding the question. But, unfortunately, she misinterprets my reaction and steps back.
"I shouldn't have—" she starts to say, but I cut her off when I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her body against me.
“You most definitely should have,” I tell her. “I’ve thought about kissing you so many times. I didn’t want to break the spell if it was all in my head.”
“It’s not. I’m here.” She shifts her hips against me, and my cock reacts again. “And so are you. I always hoped, but I never really thought that you felt anything for me back in high school.”
“That’s an understatement.”
“Yeah, your letter said as much.”
“I didn’t know how else to say what I wanted to say to you but in the letter. It's hard to think clearly when I see you, and I wanted to make sure I was clear when I laid it out there."
“I’m glad we aren’t getting wrapped up in the games people play when they first start dating. I love knowing how you feel. And I want you to know that I’m all in if you are.”
I lean in and brush my lips against hers. Even though the urge to take her somewhere private and show her how I feel about her physically, I want to do this right. I want a chance to get to know the girl I fell in love with and find out who she has become.
“When it comes to you, I’m have always been all in.”
