Page 12 of Imperfections Seduced
“Like I said, bullshit. You and I both know I was your first kiss at thirteen, and that’s definitely not how I remember it.”
“How do you know you were my first kiss, you could have been guy number two.”
“Trust me when I say a guy knows when he’s the first anything with a girl. Come on, admit it, I was the first.”
“All right, fine you were my first kiss. So what do you remember about that kiss, was it as memorable as your kiss with Lisa Shaw?” I ask as the light changes to green and he looks straight ahead.
“I remember everything about it. I was in the living room at your house, your mother was upstairs, and I was waiting for Chris to get dressed so we could go to football practice. It was like eighty degrees outside, the sun was shining like a laser beam, and I went outside to wait for him. You had a yellow tank top and these little green shorts that could barely cover your assets. Your hair was loose, straight down to the middle of your back. Almost like it is now.”
He remembers my hair? Most guys wouldn’t. I remember those shorts—my parents never let me wear them outside of the house or if we had visitors at the house. I knew he was coming over that day so I purposely put them on. Ha! The mind of a thirteen-year-old girl.
“You were barefoot, and you were hosing down a lawn chair. Standing there watching you kind of opened my eyes—it made me think of you in a different way.”
“Is that why you kissed me?” I turn my head against the headrest to look at Nick’s profile. My God, he is a beautiful man from every angle, downright sexy as hell.
“That kiss wasn’t supposed to happen. You didn’t say anything, but I had the feeling you were upset with me. I wanted to find out if everything between us was cool.”
“You said, ‘man it’s hot out here!’”
“Then you asked me if I needed cooling off and turned the hose on me!”
I chuckled. “You started chasing me around the yard. When you finally caught me, you grabbed me by the waist and it was so slippery we fell on the grass and you landed on top of me —hard.”
He winces. “I was so scared I hurt you. I kept asking if you were okay and you weren’t saying anything, and then you laughed and said you were fine.
“You were smiling, and I really saw you for the first time and thought, wow, she really is pretty.”
“Oh, so I wasn’t pretty before?”
He turns his head, looks at me with a boyish grin, and turns back to the road.
“No, I didn’t say that. I saw a couple of things that day that I didn’t notice before. It’s like I had shades on and someone pulled them up.” The car stops and he looks at me with those stunningly beautiful eyes that make me forget how to breathe. “I never knew the view was so beautiful. I could feel your heart beating against my chest. You put your lips against mine and I kissed you. You opened your mouth and that was it—I couldn’t think about anything else but the feel of your tongue against mine, softand wet. I was totally lost—until I heard Chris call my name. I’ve never moved so fast in my life.”
We both laugh at the memory, and he shakes his head.
“I knew if he saw me doing what we were doing, he would have kicked my ass. I would have let him. If I ever deserved my ass beaten, it was that day.”
“No, you didn’t, you weren’t forcing me to do anything I didn’t want to do. It was just a kiss.”
“That’s not the point. You almost got an education that day—shit, a little longer and you would have graduated with a master’s in education in the grass and we would have both been fucked. You were my friend’s little sister, I was supposed to help him keep the guys off you, not be one of the guys on you. I made sure I didn’t touch you after that.”
Believe me, I know. You acted like I had a disease.Nick parks the car in a parking spot, looking at his watch.
“We’re early. Let’s wait here until it’s time to go in.”
“I don’t know…maybe we should wait inside.” I look around the parking lot and across the street at the entrance of the lounge.
“What, are you afraid to be alone with me?”
Yes!I shake my head. “No. Not at all.”
I wish he would stop looking at me like that. If he won’t stop looking at me like that, I’m just going to look out the window. The DJ starts talking about people’s firsts again; this time he’s talking about people losing their virginity. I wish this guy would shut up.
“I was fifteen my first time, what about you?”
Is he really asking me about my first time? Somebody save me. “I’m not answering that question; we shouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“Why not?”
