I shrug. I've thought about what it'd be like to have a TV again a few times since she mentioned it. I've thought about what it would be like to sit back with a blanket on a cold evening and watch a movie. And I can't deny that there is a warm body next to me under the blankets in those thoughts.
“And I'm still waiting for a fishing lesson,” she adds, followed by a pointed look in my direction.
“Well, you'll be waiting a long time,” I answer. When her eyes widen, and she points a finger at my face, I shift back, frowning, unsure what she's doing. “What?”
“You smiled,” she states as a grin takes over her face.
I shift a little again, uncomfortable. Has this couch always been so lumpy?
“No, I didn't.”
Her cheeks only widen at my words. I don't have anything against smiling. I just haven't had too many things to smile about over the past decade. And I hadn't even realized that I'd smiled at her.
“You did too,” she says softly. “And it looked really good on you.”
I feel like my heart rate triples when she slides close enough to me on the couch that our knees press together. Out of habit, I quickly glance up at the camera facing us. Once I get the confirmation of the blinking red lights, I turn my attention back to her.
Her face is only inches away from me now. Did she get closer?
I'm confused by her actions, and I'm not sure how to respond. I can't read the expression on her face.
When she reaches up and touches my cheek and then leans in close, however, her intentions become clear.
I clench my fists on my thighs to try to keep me from physically flinching at her touch. The second her lips touch mine, a bombardment of random thoughts rush at me.
I can't believe she's fucking kissing me.
Her lipsareas soft and luscious as I thought they'd be. Softer even.
She smells so good.
My dick starts to respond to her closeness, and my hands itch to touch her.
When she starts to move her lips slightly, I begin freaking out internally because I have no fucking idea what I'm doing.
Should I grab her face as well? Tilt my head? Her head? Fuck.
Okay, I need to chill the fuck out. I've seen kissing before. I just need to do what feels natural. I try to relax into it and unclench my fists, but the second I feel her tongue poke out and swipe my lip, I lose it.
Nope.
I stand up abruptly, causing Remi to fall back on the couch and then walk straight into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
“Fuck.”
I grip the sides of the sink and stare at myself in the mirror.
What the hell just happened?
Besides me panicking, she actually kissed me. Why would she do that?
She should be running in the other direction, not leaning into me, pressing those soft lips to mine.
I blow out a breath and adjust my dick before splashing some water on my face.
If I go out there and we end up kissing again, or I let it go even further, she's going to find out.
“Yep. She'll find out that you're a fucking twenty-eight-year-old virgin who has no fucking clue what he's doing.”
