Page 60 of Just for Fun
I playfully swing her arm in between us, going back and forth in a hypnotic move.
“I will take you back to your car the second you say the word,” I promise, and actually mean it.
Zara brings her free hand up and covers her mouth with it. I’m not sure what to make of any of this. It has never happened to me where I would bring a girl home and she got cold feet the minute she stepped foot into my house. I don’t know if I should be offended, or maybe I’m really losing my touch with the opposite sex.
“I don’t want to go,” she mumbles from behind her hand, but I can’t be sure.
I clear my throat. “So… you want to hang out here for a bit?”
She bobs her head up and down in confirmation. When she brings her eyes to meet mine, I see fear in them. I don’t understand this at all. I have never in my life mistreated anyone, let alone a girl I wanted to get into my bed.
Someone knocking loudly against the door makes us both jump.
“That scared me,” she chuckles nervously while pressing a hand to her chest.
I give her hand a quick squeeze before opening the door. The move is abrupt enough that it startles the person on the other side.
“Food delivery!” He brings the bags up in front of him as if to show proof of it.
I grab the bags and sign the receipt, making sure to add more to the tip, before closing the door in his face.
“We can sit over here,” I tell Zara, but don’t wait to see if she’s following me.
Placing the bags on the bar that separates the kitchen from the living room, I take the food containers out and throw the bags to the side.
“It smells really good,” Zara murmurs from behind me.
There’s this weird vibe in the air. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like the room is suddenly too small. I don’t give a shit about the food, but I force myself to stay focused on it, worried that I will somehow mess something up and Zara is going to run out of here like she’s scared for her life.
Once the food containers are open, with napkins and plasticware ready to be used, I rest my hands on my hips and let out a long breath of air.
“What do you want to drink?” I ask.
I almost trip over my own feet when there is no answer coming from Zara. When I turn around to look at her, I find her intense gaze on me. She suddenly looks different. I have no idea if it is the way the lighting falls on her, making her look like she’s an angel. Or… I’m hallucinating.
“Are you okay?” I force myself to ask.
She licks at her lips nervously. That’s something I’ve noticed her doing a lot, especially when she feels a bit stressed.
“I…”
She stops talking, and I swear I just broke into a sweat. I don’t know what she’s about to tell me, but it feels important. Iam willing to drop to my knees at her feet and beg her to take me out of my misery.
“I want you to kiss me again.”
Her voice trembles when she speaks, and while my first instinct is to pounce on her, I hold myself back. Someone should give me a prize for this.
“Please kiss me again,” she begs when I don’t do anything.
Let it be noted that I gave her time to take it back.
That is my last thought before I take a step forward and grab her face, pulling her into me. She is ready for me, lips already parted, moaning in delight when my tongue dives in without any ceremony.
I kiss her like I might actually die if I don’t. We’re both breathing heavy, but I’d rather pass out due to lack of oxygen to the brain then stop this. With that said, we both need to come up for air.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I whisper to her, my hands still firmly placed on each side of her face. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Kyle,” she sighs softly, a pretty blush taking over her cheeks. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”
