He wrapped his arms around me. I leaned my head on his chest. It was strong—muscular, just the way it looked.
“When can I see you again?” he mumbled against my hair.
“I’m not sure.”
He moved away so he could look at me. “I thought we just established we both liked each other. We kissed—twice. Are you really doubting whether I’m getting a second date?”
“No. You’re getting a second date, I just don’t know when.”
“Oh. Okay, I can handle that.” He smiled, and I could see the relief on his face. “Are you working every night this week?”
“And next weekend?”
“I’m going away. Back home actually.” I’d been looking forward to the trip for weeks.
“Oh, when do you get back?”
“Sunday, but I’m not sure what my schedule will be.”
“Can you at least promise me a date in the next month?”
I laughed. “How about in the next two weeks?” I wasn’t sure how I’d manage it, but I knew I would.
“I should probably head back.” As great as the date was going, I needed to catch up on sleep.
“All right, let’s go.”
He held my hand the whole time, and entirely too quickly, we were standing by my car.
I reached for the handle.
“Not yet, there’s one more thing I need to do.” He leaned over again. This time his lips crushed into mine. He wrapped one arm around me while his other hand cradled my head. I moaned, and he took it as an invitation to deepen the kiss. There was nothing chaste about this one.
Normally, I would have been embarrassed to be kissing outside in the middle of the day, but I was too caught up in the moment to care. I reached my hand around to his back, slipping my hand just underneath his t-shirt to touch his warm skin.
After a few wonderfully intense moments, he broke the kiss and grinned. “Now that I’ve really kissed you, you can go.”
“You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
“I’ve wanted to kiss you since I first saw you.”
“You were barely conscious.”
“That just makes it more impressive.”
I laughed. He made me laugh a lot more than I was used to. “You can do that again anytime.”
“I’m going home, Jake.”
“Fine, but remember you said within the next two weeks. I’m holding you to that.”
Still spinning from the kiss, I made a decision. “Wednesday.”
“What about Wednesday?” He laced his fingers with mine.
“I get off at seven, and I can probably get here by eight. If that’s not too late...”
“I thought you weren’t free this week.”
“Yeah, well…some time opened up.”
“I knew I was a good kisser…”