It swallows her whole, but she looks so goddamn beautiful in my clothes. She ducks her head, her dark hair falling forward to hide her face, but I still catch the hint of a smile.
A comfortable silence settles between us, and part of me doesn’t want to go. Maybe she’d say yes if I invited her back to my place-
No.
I need to say goodnight before I do something stupid that scares her off.
She beats me to it, looking up at me, her hair blowing around in the wind. “Are you going to kiss me?”
That question knocks the breath right out of me.
Not because I wasn’t thinking about it, I’ve been thinking about it all night, but because she asked, and she looks like she wants it. And she’s looking at me with these wide eyes that already have my heart pounding before I’ve even reached for her.
“I was trying to be respectful. Didn’t want to push my luck.”
“I—” She pauses, looking down, but I can see the moment she decides. “I want you to.”
That’s all the encouragement that I need.
I lean in real slow, giving her time to change her mind, but when I put my hand on her cheek, her eyes flutter shut.
I kiss her soft lips, as careful as I can.
She makes this surprised noise in the back of her throat that makes me want to push her against the truck and kissher deeper until she makes more of those sounds, but I don’t.
Not this time.
When we pull apart, she looks up at me, and her lips are parted like she can’t believe what just happened.
“Worth the wait,” I murmur, my thumb brushing her cheek.
“Really?” she asks, her voice barely louder than the breeze.
“Yeah, more than.”
Wrapping my arm around her shoulder, I walk her the rest of the way to her car, opening the driver’s side door when we get there, but she stops before getting in, looking like she doesn’t want to go.
“Text me when you get home?”
She nods, and I step back so she can pull out, lifting a hand in a small wave. She waves back, awkward, but so damn cute.
I watch until her car disappears, my heart beating like it’s trying to run outta my chest.
All night, I kept waiting for her to pull away, to change her mind the way she has in the past. But she didn’t. She kissed me back.
And if that don’t make me the luckiest son of a bitch on earth, I don’t know what does.
I wake up before my alarm, when the sun is barely coming through the curtains.
I don’t know how long I stare at the ceiling, replaying last night over and over again in the quiet of the house. I don’t let myself think about how it doesn’t feel much different from any other time these days.
I drift my thoughts back to Iris, smiling like a fool in love at the thought of her.
Man, I am so gone on her.
The way she held my hand, the way she laughs, the way she tastes. I almost can’t believe she let me kiss her.
At the memory of her lips on mine, my hand slides down to the waistband of my boxers, dipping inside to wrap my hand around my half-hard cock.
