Maybe I should have waited for him to make the first move. Me doing this would definitely come off as desperate, and that is what I was. Desperate.
Everything that has happened tonight has made me extremely desperate. The heated glances that he kept directing my way all through dinner, the accidental brushing of our fingers, and eating dessert from the same bowl. And then his words.
My God, his words.
Those words kept playing over and over again in my head, and I don't think they’ll stop for a while. So instead of waiting for him to come to me, I went to him.
I pressed my lips to his, letting go of his hand and cupping the side of his face as I kissed him, closing my eyes. His lips were as soft as I thought they would be. Warm, too. His pheromones spiked, and I couldn't help the low
