The Bodyguard

Chapter 11 - It's a Date!

His kisses are addictive and by the time we’ve finished I’m breathless, my hair is disheveled and I’ve no idea how long we’ve been kissing for or what time it is. He smooths my hair as I sit up and tells me it’s the most beautiful hair he’s ever seen. I grin like a Cheshire Cat. The alcohol makes my head swirl a little. He only had one small glass since he’s driving so I drank the rest of the bottle. It was only a half sized bottle, but it’s still gone to my head a little.

He helps me to my feet and wraps his arm around my waist to steady me. I’m thankful I wore flat shoes now.

He texts Ford to tell him we’re leaving and walks me back to the car in a comfortable silence, opening my door for me as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

I look at him as he slips into the drivers seat and he meets my eyes before kissing me gently on the forehead.

“You really are a beauty,” he whispers sincerely.

I don’t believe it, but I’m now sure he thinks it and that’s what matters.

He pulls up outside my house and opens my door. He offers me his hand and pulls me out of the car as I take it. He holds me close and I feel his breath on my ear just like the night we danced. It sends delicious shivers down my spine.

“Can I see you tomorrow?”

“I’m working in the morning,” I reply.

“How about I take you for dinner in the evening?  I can pick you up at 7?”  He asks softly.

“Ok. It’s a date!” I say excitedly and cringe as soon as the words come out of my mouth, I need to stop sounding so eager.

“It is,” he smirks with a cheeky gleam in his eye.

He kisses me softly on the lips then releases me, making me ache with longing for more. I feel empty suddenly and I don’t want him to go, but I don’t want to seem too clingy.

“See you tomorrow,” I say and walk towards the house without looking back in case I change my mind. I’m not ready for anything more than those delicious kisses yet. One thing I know for sure is I won’t be able to restrain myself for very much longer.  He does things to my body that make me not in control of myself anymore.

Amy is in her room when I walk in and her door is open so I head in there so I can get the interrogation that I know is coming over with.

“Well someone looks like they had fun,” she says with a knowing smirk.

“It was ok,” I grin shyly.

“Ok?! The huge grin on your face is telling me it was more than just ok!” She is teasing me and raises one eyebrow.

“Ok. It was amazing and he’s such a good kisser!” I blurt out.  What the hell is wrong with me, I don't share this stuff.

“I’ve heard,” she jokes. “He’s a beast in bed too from what his ex Julie told me.” 

A flash of anger and jealousy mixed with panic runs through me.  I know he must have a past and I've no right to be possessive, but I don’t want to hear or think about him with anyone else.  Then the anger quickly turns to just worry and the thought returns.  What if I’m not enough for him?  What if my lack of experience shows and I’m a disappointment?

Amy clearly sees this and says, “you’re worried? Why?”

“I don’t want to be a disappointment if we get to that stage,” I admit, my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I look at the floor.  I'm now someone who discusses personal insecurities as well apparently.

“He clearly likes you so I wouldn’t worry about that.  Just let him take the lead and be honest with him,” she advises.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right,” I say, trying to end this awkward conversation. I’m not one to discuss my s*x life openly, this is very uncomfortable and I need to end it before it gets any worse.