6
“Well?” Mya demanded. “How did it go?”
“It was wonderful,” I answered, sipping coffee on her patio, looking out at her swimming pool.
“Give me details! Was it romantic? Did you kiss? That dress I lent you should have had him eating out of the palm of your hand.”
“That dress sent a clear message,” I scolded. “But, dinner was romantic and he was very attentive.”
“But did you kiss?”
“Yes. There was a goodnight kiss.”
“How long did it last?” she interrogated.
“It lasted long enough.”
She pouted. “You’re keeping something from me. Was it a bad kiss?”
“No. It was a very good kiss.” Hell, it was a great kiss that made me want to forget the baby steps and dive into bed. It was new and familiar at the same time. Heated to the point that I felt like I was steaming—and unbelievably painfu
