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“Really?”
“Yep. I’m sure he remembers me, too. Because aside from being his first kiss, I also caused his first dental procedure.”
“Did he go in for the kiss too fast and your teeth clashed or something?”
“Worse. But let me stop my story and give you a little background. When I was fifteen, we were living in Chicago. All of my friends had kissed boys before, but I wasn’t anxious to start down that road because I already had trust issues because of my dad. Anyway, a cute boy in my school asked me out, and we went to a movie. He had the absolute worst breath. I mean, I was sitting in the theatre and could smell it next to me, even when he wasn’t facing my way.” I shook my head. “I don’t know if it was the braces or what, but it was horrendous, and I was dying for the movie to be over. Long story short, he tried to kiss me at the end of the night, and I stopped him. He accused me of being a prude. So to defend myself, I told him the truth—that his breath smelled like ass.”
Merrick cracked up. “So you haven’t changed much from fifteen, huh?”
“Anyway, the next day he lied and told the whole school that he had kissed me, and I was the worst kisser ever.” I shook my head. “I obviously knew what really happened, but I developed a paranoia that I was going to be a terrible kisser. Dumb, I know. But whatever. Fast forward to the following summer, and I’m now sixteen and still haven’t had my first kiss. We came down to visit my grandmother for a week, and me and Cooper used to ride bikes together. I knew he was attracted to me, and he seemed like a nice kid, so I figured maybe it would finally happen. One night, he’d gotten a flat tire on his bike, and we were in his garage. I was holding the box wrench when he pulled off the tire, and when he stood to take it from me, he told me I was beautiful and leaned in for a kiss. At the last second, I remembered I had eaten fish for dinner and not yet brushed my teeth, so I lifted my hand to my mouth. Except I still had the box wrench in my hand. He chipped his front tooth on it.”
“Damn. Poor guy.”
“I know. I felt so bad that I came back the next morning and kissed him.”
“I bet you cleaned your teeth first.”
“I definitely did! I think I scrubbed them for ten full minutes.”
We both laughed at that. It felt so good to sit here again. “So let’s hear your story,” I said.
“What story?”
“Your first kiss.”
He smiled. “Ah… Daniella Dixon. Her parents knew what they were doing when they gave her the initials of double D.”
I play-shoved his arm. “So the obsession started at an early age, huh? I’ve seen your eyes linger on my boobs more than once.”
Merrick’s eyes glinted as they dropped again now, speaking directly to my breasts. “You started it, showing them to me in that dressing room.”
I laughed and pointed up. “Eyes up here. Now go on with your story about Daniella.”
Merrick shrugged. “Not much to tell. She was a little older, and we made out in her basement.”
“How much older?”
“Two years, I think. I was fourteen, and she was sixteen. As far as I remember, her breath was okay, and I didn’t injure her.”
I smiled. “Boring.”
“I’ll take boring over bad breath any day.”
I pointed to him. “True.”
He knocked back the rest of his drink. “You want another?”
“Sure.”
When I went to get up, he stopped me. “I got it. Enjoy the porch.”
Rather than thinking of the many times I’d spent in this exact spot with my grandmother, I couldn’t stop thinking about the man who’d arranged this. It was such a simple gesture—asking the neighbor if we could sit here and making the drinks that brought back good memories for me—yet it meant so much more than that.
Merrick listened to me. He paid attention. We’d certainly started out on the wrong foot, but this week he’d even implemented my suggestion to mandate that employees use the majority of their vacation time. It was funny—normally it felt like your boss stood in front of you, but with Merrick, it felt like he stood beside me. He was also smart, cared deeply for his grandmother, and I was insanely attracted to him. Not to mention, he’d made it clear that he was into me.
So why was I afraid to give us a chance?
While I mulled that over, Merrick came back with our drinks. He passed me mine before sitting back down.
