Am I broken now? Did Shawn and Gavin break me? This is a freaking date. It’s supposed to be fun.
We’re nearly back to the start of the trail after about thirty minutes of walking in a winding circle around the small lake. I release a breath slowly, glad that we’re finally about to be done with this weird date. It wasn’t exactly bad, it just wasn’t very fun.
I look over at him. “Does it bother you that I’m so tall?”
He shakes his head. “Nah. Why?”
“It bothers most guys.”
“I’m not most guys,” he says, grinning at me. That makes me feel a little better. He’s already better than Shawn was. Now I just need to find a way that he’s better than Gavin and maybe I can move on. Maybe I can get out of this funk and have a real boyfriend.
“So,” TJ says, coming to a stop. “I think it’s time for this.”
“For wha—” I say, only to have my words crushed by TJ’s lips. His hands grab my hips and tug me closer and then his lips are all over mine, moving and opening and closing as his tongue slithers all around my mouth. It’s quick and sloppy and feels like he’s about to get on a jet and blast into orbit and never see another girl again.
I realize my hands are just hanging limply at my sides, so I put them on his back. He tugs me closer and keeps kissing me for what feels like forever.
There are no fireworks.
There are no tingles in my toes.
This is a bad kiss.
And although I’m trying very hard to make the best of this, to find something to like about TJ besides the fact that he likes me, I can only focus on one stupid thing.
My date with Gavin was so much better than this.
