Page 37 of Just for Fun
He chuckles. “It’s something my dad used to say when he thought I’d fail to follow through with something I’d committed to.”
My mouth drops open in shock. “You think I wouldflakeon you?”
Kyle smiles, this time it’s a sweet smile, something I can’t even explain.
“No, I actually think you are a very responsible person. I think you’d follow through on your promise no matter what.”
“Damn right I would.” I bob my head up and down in agreement, realizing that I sound like my brother now.
“But…” Kyle takes three steps forward, just enough to get as close to me as he possible can without stepping on my bare toes.
He stares at me like he wants to kiss me, but I can’t be sure since I’ve never been in this type of a situation before. Worse yet,I think I want him to kiss me and I don’t know how to ask him to go for it.
I suddenly feel too hot in the flannel pajamas I got on. I don’t know what possessed me to put them on after my shower. Why couldn’t I be normal and throw a bra on, with a classy blouse and maybe even a skirt.
That would be weird though, wouldn’t it? It sounds too much like work attire, and there would be no reason for me to dress like that when I should be getting ready for bed.
“But what?” I finally ask, my mouth dry, to the point where my tongue feels like it could get stuck onto the roof of my mouth.
He brings a hand up and cups my right cheek, his thumb moving in a hypnotic move up and down before brushing slowly against my bottom lip.
I hold my breath as I watch his eyes getting dilated while he stares at my mouth. He has incredible eyes, so blue, I could lose myself in them. I have never felt like I would die if someone didn’t kiss me.
Kyle is not just some random someone. He is a man I felt an instant connection with the second we met, which was only a few hours ago. That’s probably why I am so discombobulated and unsure of what to say or do.
“But I didn’t want you to forget our kiss.”
I am so focused on everything that I am feeling in his presence that I almost miss his words.
“It was an okay kiss,” I whisper.
I try to be sarcastic and like I don’t know what he’s talking about, but he can see right through me. My response makes his eyes sparkle, like I’ve thrown down a challenge that he is totally up for.
“Allow me to remind you.”
TWELVE
Kyle
I hadno intention of coming here tonight. In fact, I got in my truck and started driving home. And, as I was driving, I just couldn’t get Zara out of my head. It doesn’t even make sense why I am so infatuated with her. She looks nothing like someone I’d be interested in, and I usually go for the looks because, who cares about the brains if they suck in the sack. Or, worse yet, if they don’t know how to suck.
That internal comment sounds immature even to my own ears. I guess I never really grew up, and my parents never cared how I acted as long as I didn’t get in trouble with the law. My mother found my immaturity adorable, and she still treats me like I’m ten.
Despite all that, plus the large amount of money I accumulated once Alex’s company took off, I did work for a living. I also lived a pretty frugal existence. The house I reside in is property I own, but nothing special. It has two bedrooms anda bath and a half, kitchen and living room. It gives me enough space to set up all my work equipment while also having room to entertain.
I could tell from the look on Zara’s face that she didn’t think that I do much with my life. It bothered me more than expected. In theory, I shouldn’t have cared at all. But I did.
That’s how I found myself pulling into the parking lot at a McDonald’s where, for the heck of it, I did a search of the phone number she’d given me earlier. Finding her home address was almost too easy.
I didn’t question myself at all as I turned around and headed to her place. I got there in thirty-five minutes during which I made no plan of what I would say to her once there.
Now, I am staring into her eyes that are even more beautiful to me now than they were earlier, spitting out all sorts of cliché nonsense about how I am about to remind her of our first kiss.
“You are beautiful,” I whisper to her. “And I love kissing you.”
Zara stares at me like I hung the moon, a bizarre connection forming between the two of us. She licks her lips in anticipation, waiting for me to do what I just said.
The pressure is suddenly too much, and I worry that I bit more than I could chew. But there’s no way I am going back. I’ve kissed plenty of lips in my lifetime, and blowing Zara’s mind should not be a problem.
