*Amelia*
His lips are exactly as soft as they look, and he tastes sweet with a hint of wine. When I feel his tongue run over my bottom lip, asking for permission, I open my mouth to him, my tongue welcoming his.
My hands are in his hair, and... wait, did my leg just pop like in an old romantic movie? I think, and yes, it actually did.
I feel breathless when he ends the kiss, wondering if it would be too early to invite him inside.
But then he sends me a dazzling smile and gives me a chaste kiss. “See you tomorrow, darling. Sleep well.”
“You too, see you.” I reply, relieved that he doesn’t press for more—most guys would expect something after a date like that.
I watch him walk back to the car and wave at him when he gets in. Why does he have to live on the other side of the planet? It
