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“I meant to ask you. Did you go to college?”
“No, I didn’t have the money,” I admit and her smile fades.
“Do you like being a bouncer?”
“No.”
“What do you want to do instead?” she asks as she finishes her sandwich and pours some chips onto her plate.
“I love to paint.”
“Are you any good?” she asks curiously and I smile.
“Yes.”
“Can I see any of your work?”
I nod to the wall behind the couch where there’s a giant canvas of a mountain lake. The mountains and trees are reflected back in the water with just a hint of the sun setting in the corner.
“You did that?” Betty half shouts as she abandons her food and rushes over to the painting.
“Yeah. It was a few years ago. I haven’t painted much in the last few months.”
“You should! You’re really good,” she says, her eyes dancing over the canvas as she takes everything in.
“Thanks.”
I carry both of our plates over to the living room and when Betty still continues to stare at the painting, I go back and grab us each a glass of water.
“You should quit being a bouncer and sell your art,” she says as we take our seats once more.
I smile softly and shake my head.
“I wish, but it’s hard to break into the art world,” I say and she nods.
“Maybe my parents know someone that could help,” she starts, and I shake my head.
“I don’t want to do it that way,” I tell her and she stares at me with a funny look on her face for a minute before she leans over and kisses me.
She catches me off guard and I almost drop my sandwich on the floor as I move to kiss her back.
We fumble together for a minute, trying to get our heads angled right and our hands around each other.
I’ve never kissed a woman before, but even in my wildest dreams, it was never as good as kissing Betty is. She’s warm and pliant beneath me, her lips molding perfectly to mine.
When her little tongue darts out and swipes against my bottom lip, I have to grit my teeth to stop from coming in my jeans.
My hands smooth up and down her back, inching lower with each pass, and I wish that she was straddling me so that I could feel her on me, my hands cupping her lush ass as she rocked against me. I wish that we weren’t wearing so many layers. I want to feel her hands on me, on my bare skin.
She inches closer to me, her hands stroking across my chest and up to my shoulders. I wonder if she can feel my heartbeat racing out of control beneath her fingers. I wonder if her heart is beating even close to as fast as mine.
She breaks away from me with a gasp, her chest rising and falling fast as we both suck in lungfuls of air. The movie is long forgotten in the background and she tilts her chin up, her gaze snagging on my lips, and I can’t help but groan at the hungry look in her eyes.
“Betty,” I say roughly, my voice holding a plea.
I don’t know what else to say. I want to beg her to never stop kissing me. I want to do so much more than just kiss her.
“I don’t want you to stop,” Betty admits, her voice no more than a whisper, but I hear it.
