Killing Me Softly

“Stay there,” he says as he gets out of the car. He walks around and opens the door for me. Prom is the only time a guy opened the door for me, it was because he was a chauffeur. As I stand, he doesn’t step away, instead he stands within the V from open car door and the car itself. His left hand goes to my waist and at that moment I thought I might faint. A simple touch and I render myself smitten. His right hand is on the top of my window. I’ll never wash his fingerprints away, runs through my head. “Holland, I had a good time with you today.”

Really? “I did too.” Lame answer!

“Can I?”

“Can you what?” I know all too well that he is asking me for a kiss. Right? Who does that? Certainly not a guy at a party with too much beer and cheap wine. His hand goes from my window to my face. His fingers are under my chin but his thumb suddenly strokes my bottom lip. Oh good god, how hot is that! My body screams.

“Kiss you,” he looks at me knowingly as I nod my head yes. Tate is the master conductor of first kisses.

He’s the master of panty dropping moments too. I can’t even find words so I nod my head yes. He smiles as he lifts my chin and his mouth comes down and meets mine. I feel my body step closer to him and his hand tightens across my back. This is the sexiest kiss, nice and slow, lip to lip and tongue to tongue. Oh yeah, he’s the master. As gently as it started, the more passionate it feels. He pulls away and tilts my chin up to look him in the eyes.

“Holland, I’d like to see you again. Would you like to do dinner and a movie tomorrow night? Nothing too late, I have to be at work early on Monday.”

Would I ever! “I’d like that. Text me and tell me where to meet you. What time are you thinking?”