Sweat is clinging to my palms, my pulse visibly racing through my heated skin. I’m having a hard time controlling my breathing as the elevator ascends to the twenty-seventh floor. So much for the time I spent in yoga class. I wring my hands repeatedly and slowly count to ten. When I finally get to ten, the elevator pings. Steadying my wobbly legs and wiping away the moisture trickling down my forehead, I head down the hall to apartment 27-F, attempting one last deep, calming breath before I ring the doorbell.
The door opens almost instantly and I freeze at the sight of Dane. I’ve obviously never walked through a door before, because when he ushers me in, the feet that I so often rely on have no idea what to do. I look down at my awkwardness telepathically expecting a response, and wait. Still nothing, so I look up. My eyes sweep the length of his body. The natural inclination would be to stare into his green emeralds, but it’s impossible not to move lower; a lot lower. I can almost trace a line through the bunched cream fabric of his pants. Is it even real? It should be illegal to walk around with that thing. Dane’s lips part, forming a perfect O, for orgasm, I believe. The one I’m about to have all over his brand new hardwood floors.
His lips curve up in a mouthwatering smile. “See anything you like?”
My blue eyes manage to crawl back up to his. “Nah, not really.”
Dane sounds super swoon worthy huh? ;)
Now keep reading to find out how Beth Michele's not really swoon worthy first date went..
So I had this first date, back when I was in college. It actually started out pretty terrific. This guy, well, I’ll call him “Joe,” we didn’t really have anywhere to go to be alone, so we were sitting in the front bucket seat of my AMC Burgundy Spirit in the college campus parking lot. It was late and the night sky was filled with a million glistening stars. We were listening to Phil Collins songs and talking for hours. It doesn’t sound that romantic, but I remember it being pretty fantastic. Anyway, that awkward moment came where “the kiss” was imminent. I was both excited and nervous….well, until he leaned in to kiss me and it was more like kissing a lizard than a human. It was AWFUL times a thousand. It was so awful, that after he kissed me, I actually told him it wasn’t a good idea because I wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want to get him sick. THAT’S how awful it was. I really liked the guy, but kissing like a lizard was a dealbreaker for me. Needless to say, after that night, I had a cold an awful lot.
|LOL! Poor Beth.|
Meet the Author
Beth Michele lives in New England and is a wife, a mom, an author, and a lover of all things chocolate, well, anything sweet really. She enjoys reading young adult and new adult novels furiously, and spending time with her husband and two adorable children. Beth is a hopeless romantic and a happily ever after fanatic who loves to write about love. Love Love is her first published novel.
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