her feet away, tucking them beneath her, and props an arm on the back of the
couch. After brushing a wayward curl from my forehead, she meets my eyes again.
“What is going on in your head tonight? Talk to me, Tris.”
telling me why you made me promise not to date without talking to you first.”
forward, I caress her cheek, and she leans into my touch. “Date me next.”
tone she calls the commanding one, and her eyes dilate. Fuck . . . it really
does turn her on. How did I never notice that?
that’s a really bad idea.”
starters, you’re my best friend.”
I weave my fingers into her hair, and she moves closer to me. “If it doesn’t
work, we’ll be fine, I promise. I won’t let this get in the way of our
that now but—”
finger to her lips to silence her. “No buts; we’ve been through so much
already. We can handle seven dates.”
assuming you’ll make it to the seventh date.” As I smile, she gasps. “That’s
why you made me promise.”
to lay all my cards on the table. “Yes. Bexley, I want my chance to win your
close for a long moment, but my hand is still at the base of her neck, my
fingers entwined in her curls. “I’m scared, Tris. What if you do something
that’s a deal breaker?”
always a possibility, but if I do it in the first six dates, you have to let it
go. If I do it on the seventh, well, that’s a risk I’m willing to take, I
suppose. Either way, nothing is going to come between us. Nothing.”
snaps between us. This has become a defining moment in our relationship, but
it’s one I think, deep down, we both knew was inevitable.
tonight count as our first date?” She still hasn’t opened her eyes.
depends. Do you kiss on your first dates?”
finally snap open, and I’m met with a lust-filled gaze. Damn, I’ve never seen
this look on her, but now I don’t ever want to see her without it. “Sometimes,
you want a kiss good night, then we can count this as our first date.
Otherwise, tomorrow can be our first date.”
and fall of her chest becomes noticeable as her breathing intensifies. She
squirms, and I realize she’s turned on. Part of me wants her to say no, this
isn’t our first date, because I’d love for it to be special to her. But another
part of me wants to take her mouth with mine and kiss her until morning.
good kisser?” she whispers, inching even closer to me. Bexley watches intently
as I lick my lips ever so slightly, moistening what I want to give her.
had any complaints, but there’s always a first time for everything.” I cup the
back of her neck and pull her closer to me—so close, she’s only a whisper from
my lips. “It’s your call. What do you want to do?”
forward and presses her lips tentatively against mine. In the course of every
relationship, there is a make-or-break moment, and this one is ours—I feel it
to my core as her apricot scent envelops me. I’m a lost cause.
it is,” I whisper against them before wrapping my free arm around her waist and
pulling her even closer.
Kelly has been writing since she was young and took joy in spinning stories to her childhood friends. Margaritas and sarcasm make her smile, she loves the beach but hates the sand, and she believes Starbucks makes any day better.
A contemporary romance writer, D. Kelly’s stories revolve around friendship and the bond it creates, strengthening the love of the people who share it. For all things D. Kelly, you can visit her website: http://www.dkellyauthor.com