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Surprised with myself, I ask, “Would you like to come inside?”
Tyler doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes, I’d love to.”
My heart pounding in my throat, I feverishly try to justify to myself why it was necessary for Tyler to come to my apartment. I hadn’t planned on doing anything aside from having dinner with him. But if I’m honest with myself, I have to admit that I enjoyed spending time with him and would like it if we kept the night going a while longer.
Then I tell myself that it’s probably best that we get to know each other more since we’ll be working together.
Unlocking my apartment door, I lead Tyler inside. It isn’t much, but the one bedroom, one-bathroom apartment with an open living area has quickly become my home after finishing college. I’ve tried my best to make it cozy, filling it with knick-knacks, art, and other pieces I find at thrift stores.
“Can I get you something to drink? I know you have to drive home later, but . . .” I trail off as I await an answer.
“Water’s fine,” he replies, following me into the small kitchen area.
I’ve never had a man here, other than my dad. I’m not fully sure what possessed me to invite Tyler in, but I find myself considering that maybe I have been too quick to judge him. Sure, he may be a little forward and crass at times, but he’s funny and undeniably charming.
Handing him his glass of water, he takes it with a quiet thanks, sipping it as he leans against my counter. Over the rim of his glass, his eyes are dark whirlpools. A knowing smile lingers on his face, obscured by the drink in his hand.
“What?” I finally ask as he sets his cup down, squirming under his intense gaze.
He’s silent for a moment, as if turning his words over, like he’s suppressing some type of delight. “Is it fair to assume that I’m the first man you’ve brought up here?”
I scoff at his question. “I’ll have you know my dad helped me move in.”
Pushing himself off the counter, he takes a step closer to me.
“Other than your father, is it fair to assume that I’m the first man you’ve brought up here?” he repeats.
A beat passes before I answer, “Yes.”
My skin flushes, and I feel my nipples pebble.
The smile on his face must hurt with how big it is, only making me want to disappear into a hole.
“You obviously find me being a virgin hilarious,” I point out, turning my back on him as I busy myself with looking through mail that I already looked through today.
“Hey.” The sound of him moving closer to me does nothing to prepare me for the feeling of his hand resting on my shoulder. “I meant what I said earlier. There really isn’t anything to be embarrassed about.”
His words allow my shoulders to relax somewhat, though I hadn’t even realized how much they tensed up. Maybe inviting him inside was a bad idea. I don’t know how much more of this teasing I can take.
“Actually,” he begins, leaning his head down and trailing his hot breath over my neck, “I find it insanely hot.”
His words ignite the low simmer in my belly into a blazing fire. That was not what I had been expecting. I figured no one would like the idea of me having no experience, that it would only lead to awkwardness.
Slowly, I turn around. He’s standing so close that our chests are almost touching as he gazes down on me. His hand reaches up to grab my chin.
“Knowing that no one else has touched you in that way makes me imagine all the things that I could show you.” His voice is gruff, his eyes boring into mine. “If you let me.”
My first instinct is to push him away. But there’s this fire burning in my belly that has my breath stalling.
When his head drops down to brush his lips against mine, I meet him eagerly.
His lips softly move against mine, but there’s held back need in his movements. For the first time in my life, my body truly wants for a man.
It’s all too soon when Tyler pulls back, his chest rising up and down. I let out a moan in protest that I can’t hold back, my body moving forward as my lips seek out his.
“I’m sorry,” he chokes out, leaving me confused.
I recoil in on myself, thinking that I must have done something wrong. Maybe I’m a bad kisser, or he’s just repulsed at the idea of kissing me.
