It was only supposed to be a one night stand at a wedding.
I was supposed to have fun and move on.
But she infused my life with light and laughter.
Now I can’t breathe at the thought of her ever being out of my life.
Being apart from her suffocates me.
We agreed to stay together, until we didn’t make each other happy.
I wasn’t afraid of and, I was afraid of but. But what if I’m not enough for her to stay?
I met this guy I really wanted to kiss.
I thought he was going to be just a crush who became my dream boy.
A perfect, delusional dream I would keep in my heart until I had my life in order.
He made me feel like I could take over the world.
I wasn’t supposed to fall in love.
We agreed to stay together, until one of us wanted something different.
I wasn’t scared of but, I was scared of and. And what if he leaves?
And our fairy tale came to an end.
But did it have to end or can we find a reason to stay?
Not by a long shot.
“Why don’t you join me?” I insist. Grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it. Wanting to run my lips all the way up her shoulder and kiss her. Hard. Slow. Deeply. Instead, I think of the right words to keep her around for just a little longer. Long enough to taste her. “We can order as many movies as we want. The groom is paying.”
She bites her lip as if considering my offer. She glances around the elevator. But then she stops, connecting it with my gaze briefly. Her eyes move to my lips and linger there for a couple of beats before they drop to the floor. At least I think that’s where they are. Unless she’s looking at my pants, that can barely contain my throbbing dick. A kiss. At least one kiss before we say goodbye.
I step into her. Reaching out, I cup the back of her neck, pulling her closer to me. She sucks in her breath; her eyes widen, but she doesn’t step back. I’ve been wondering what she tastes like, how it’ll be to kiss those plumped, shaped heart lips. Imagining the feel as I run my hands over her luscious curves and taste her, feel her body quiver under mine while she screams my name. My heart slams hard against my ribcage, but my lungs stop working because something inside my heart tells me that if we do more than kissing, I won’t be able to let her go easily.
The logical side of my brain suggests I turn around and leave. Call it curiosity, lust, or the fucking pull Jade has on me, but I push away all reason and let my heart lead. Just a taste. One kiss. Before I chicken out, I slant my mouth over hers. As we touch, the electrical current we produce increases, knocking me off my stride. She tastes like nothing I’ve ever had before, and I want to taste more. All. Fuck, why did I wait so long to kiss her? I ask in silence as my hands tighten around her waist. She brings her arms around me. Pressing herself closer to me, my dick pushing hard against her abdomen. Our tongues dance as our kiss switches speeds. From sweet to demanding, to… I stop as the elevator’s bell dings and the doors open.
“This is me,” she says, catching her breath. Stepping out of the elevator, she turns around and waves at me. Her brown eyes watch me, and I want to understand what they’re saying, learn what she’s thinking, and… God, I’m screwed. “Thank you for everything.”
“When will I see you again?” I ask, holding the doors open. Missing her lips already.
She now lives in Colorado working for a small IT company, managing her household filled with three confused dogs, said nerd husband, two daughters wrought with fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.