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I have a solution. “I only live two hours away. I can come up here on the weekends. We can continue to see each other and see where this goes.” I lean my head back until I can see his face. “Let’s give us a chance. I’m willing if you are.”
His answer is to kiss me with all of the pent-up fire within him. I lean my head back, letting our kiss deepen as I dissolve into him. I bring my arms up, wrapping them around his neck. I love the feel of his arms holding me tight, pulling me to him, so close even air couldn’t fit between us. He doesn’t hold back, instead he unleashes his passion, his kiss telling me what he’s feeling inside. There’s a sensation of bonding, of two souls coming together who’ve been yearning for each other forever. Like I’ve found the other half of me I didn’t know was missing.
Hello, Love. Nice to meet you. I thought I knew you. Turns out, we’ve nevereven been friends.
I don’t remember kissing Blu like this. After two years together. I haven’t even known Slade for two weeks and we’re already kissing like we can’t get enough of each other.
We’re not declaring ourselves in love yet. We’re just seeing where this relationship takes us. That’s all we can do for now. Will these emotions last? Remains to be seen. What I’m feeling for Slade is powerful stuff. The difference is stunning compared toyou know Blu who.
There’s something more I need to say. Total honesty means everything to me.
“One more thing,” I say, with my lips on his.
“What?” His voice is thick as he continues to kiss me.
I pull away a little. “I want you to know...if Blu showed up here right now and professed his love for me while begging for a second chance, my answer would be an absolute NO. I’ve found something better I didn’t know existed with you. I could never go back. Not with this new knowledge tucked into my soul.”
A look of shock crosses Slade’s features. “You don’t have to say that. I know feelings don’t disappear overnight.”
“It’s true,” I assure him. “I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t. This isn’t the heat of the moment speaking. I want you to know what’s in my heart. Just like you told me what’s in your heart earlier today.”
His quick intake of breath tells me I’ve surprised him. He runs his lips over my face, planting soft kisses everywhere. “Thank you, Marin. I think a world of worry just lifted from my shoulders.”
Mine too.
After another long kiss, he says, “Boardwalk. Now. Or I’ll never stop kissing you.”
I might be all right with that.
He goes on. “Otherwise, we’ll be found like this, lips locked. No one able to separate us. Everyone will say,At least they died happy. The headlines will scream, ‘Couple Kissed Each Other to Death.’ We’ll get a page in theGuinness Book of World Recordsor possibly some book calledOne Thousand Stupid Ways to Die.Regardless, we’ll go down in history, and everyone will be jealous.”
“Are you done?” I’m practically blue in the face from trying to hold in laughter, but he doesn’t need to know that.
He kisses me again, soft and lingering. “I’ll never be done kissing you. That’s why we need to go.”
This is what it feels like to be pursued. I could get used to this.
It’s completely dark by the time we walk toward the boardwalk on the well-lit wooden pathway. It’s charming and makes me feel like I’m living in a storybook. The new bond between Slade and me is tenuous, yet the possibilities are endless.
My mind is whirling in so many directions, I still don’t know which way is up.
I need Kira to set me straight again.
chapter seventeen
WHEN TUESDAY’S SUNSHINEwakes me up, I start the day right again.
I look myself in the mirror, noticing the dark circles under my eyes are gone. My eyelids are not puffy. My eyeballs are not bloodshot. I take a deep breath and prepare myself to (quietly) say what I’m grateful for. Yesterday was an amazing day. Turns out, there’s something to thisattitude of gratitudething. I plan to keep it up.
Memories float through my mind of last night’s date on the boardwalk. A small smile won’t leave my face. It’s etched into my features forever.
I’m grateful for passionate kisses on a dark beach.
I’m grateful for a Ferris wheel ride filled with salty-air kisses.
I stop there as my mind reminisces about the taste of cotton candy kisses and caramel apple kisses. I’m grateful for those things, but I need to be grateful for something other than kissing.
Or do I?
