That line—I’ll be thinking of you tonight—and the way he looked at me as he’d said it. It carried the promise of more kisses.
And sex.
Holy cannoli, that kiss.
I touched my lips with a shaky hand. His kiss had rocked me to my core. The boy next door was now the man I wanted to kiss me again. To fuck me. He’d put every university guy I’d met to shame with one kiss.
And now I wanted to have all of him.
I turned on a bedside lamp and paced the room. My clutch buzzed with a text.
Tom: Hell of a kiss, Rosie.
Me: That was unexpected.
My heart hammered against my ribs. Now was the time for risks. Time to see if a friend wanted to be more than that.
Me: But I liked it
Me: A lot.
Dots appeared and stopped and reappeared several times on the screen.
Tom: Trying to concentrate on driving.
Me: You’re not driving and texting are you?
Tom: Course not.
Tom: I’m parked at your gate trying to ‘calm down’
Me: ‘Calm down’??
Tom: Let’s say things are a bit hard at the mo. Makes driving very difficult.
Tom: Turns out a lovely woman I took to the awards dinner was sexy AF and she kissed me and now I can’t stop thinking about her.
Oh. My. God. He’s talking about his erection. And he liked the kiss.
Wait, are we sexting now?I wanted to, yes dammit, keep him sexting.
Me: Sexy, huh?
Tom: oh yeah, in that dress. You were the most beautiful woman in the room tonight.
Me: pfft. Heaps of women looked great tonight.
Tom: maybe. I was concentrating on my speech notes so I didn’t stare at someone’s cleavage in my line of sight while I was trying to read my speech
Holy shit.
Me: Is this helping you to drive home?
Tom: Not particularly. But it’s fun *winky face emoji*
Tom: Forgot to say before I really liked our kiss too.
Me: If only we hadn’t been interrupted