Pure Magic
His face came closer to mine, and my brain began malfunctioning. I knew what it meant. Knew that his face looming closer to mine, his lips puckered, meant he was going to kiss me. And I had a split-second decision to make.
Did I lean in, too?
Or did I back away and make the situation more awkward? He’d opened up a bit, telling me about his dad, and we’d been having such a good date that I didn’t want to be the one to ruin it.
The decision really wasn’t a decision after all.
I moved towards him and placed my lips on his. And when our lips touched? It was magic. Pure magic. Like electricity sparked and crackled between us—a connection I couldn’t deny.
Dean Walters could kiss, that was for sure. And I wanted to fall deeper into his depths.
I just hoped I’d allow myself to.
Until next time,
