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Trent -- Tortilla
Iwouldn’t saythat my memory of our first kiss was nothing—far from it—but this new one made it seem so insignificant. As I cradled her chin with my fingers, I wanted time to standstill.
Alluring Dani, with light hair wild like a free-form cloud on a blue summer’s day, held on to me. I pressed my lips against hersagain.
The Alhambra was my new favoritething.
Honey-mint lip gloss was now my new favoritething.
Letting her kiss me was my new favoritething.
Our first kiss didn’t have a pulse anymore since it was just a memory. No taste. It didn’t move. I couldn’t make it go on and on. After reliving the memory of our only other kiss so many times over the past four years that I could’ve recited every single detail in my sleep, a new one filled my heart with bliss. I’d happily kiss her every chance I got, this real taste of her so much more sensuous, filling, and satisfying than what I’d carried with me for solong.
Time to replace the old memory with newexperiences.
As our tongues touched again, hidden away in the secluded Alhambra gardens, I found myself focusing on nothing but the here and now. Her body seated on the wall, tangled around mine. Frantic breaths from both of us. A little bead of sweat on her collarbone. The way my dick pressed against my zipper reminding me of the blue balls of the last fouryears.
Even though I turned her down last night, should I let her domore?
I wantedto.
But would I be selling out if I let myself be her fuck boy? If that was the only way she’d let me haveher?
Yes. I would. It mattered to me that we had something real, something that mattered. After all these years of lusting after her, I wasn’t gonna settle for being just a convenient fuck. That’d make me hate myself even more than I alreadydid.
The loud voices of a group of tourists walking up a nearby path carried over tous.
“It’s way too dangerous to be doing this in public,” I murmured into herear.
She nodded. “Yeah.” Her chest was moving up and down. I kissed the top of her hair and held her to me, wrapping my arms around her narrowshoulders.
We didn’tmove.
Another group cameby.
We stayedput.
“Dani,” I said. “I think we need togo.”
She kept her ear to my chest. “You’re so comfortable. Is it weird that I miss you in the hours that I don’t seeyou?”
My heart leapt up and cheered. I didn’t want to read too much into it, so I just shook my head with a grin. “No.”
“What is happening to me?” she asked. “I shouldn’t be doing this with you—doinganythingwith you—and yet, I can’t helpmyself.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I know the feeling.” Then I held both of her shoulders. “You feel it too, though, don’tyou?”
She snuggled her nose into me. “I almost called you lastnight.”
“You shouldhave.”
“I don’t have yournumber.”
I rolled my eyes. “Here.” She opened up her phone, and I entered my number. Then I called myself from her phone and entered her name next to thenumber.
Finally.
“Want to come over for dinner tonight ateight?”
