Page 21 of Dark As Coal

Me – Would it be illegal to pull the fire alarm and send everyone home?

Coal – Probably. What happened?

Me – You know those days where you just want to crawl back in bed and cover up and tell the whole world it can go fuck itself?

Coal – Yeah.

Me – Well, put those wants into the minds of twenty-two kindergartners.

Coal – Shit.

Me – Shit is right. I would give my other kidney to be able to go home, curl up on the couch, eat Chinese food, turn my phone off, and watch reruns of Bones.

Coal – Tell you what. Need a day like that. I’ll grab the food. Follow you home, and we’ll do it.

Me – I could kiss you right now.

Coal – Lips are yours for the taking.

And then, I held my breath for a beat, recalled what I thought about kissing him, and since he texted what he did, well, I took a cue from Coal.

I placed my phone back in the cupholder, and then looked up at him and crooked my finger.

The man didn’t hesitate, to move his head in, and then, I finally had his lips against mine.

The kiss was tentative at first, but when Coal brought his hand to side of my face, angled my head, the kiss turned wild and hot. I felt his tongue swipe at my lips, they opened automatically, and then… his tongue played with mine.

The taste of him, like this. There was nothing like it.

I loved the way Coal smelled.

I love the way he tasted.

But this… well… this was my version of cocaine.

I’ll never forget my first kiss and it made it all the sweeter that it was our first kiss.

Little did I know that not only was it my very first kiss… but it was his too.

He had followed me home, taken my keys from me, unlocked my door, and told me to go change while he got the food ready.

When I came out of my bedroom in a long-sleeved tee and a pair of shorts, Coal looked me up and down and then patted the couch just as his other hand grabbed the blanket I had on the back of the couch.

And for the next five hours, we both had our phones off, we ate Chinese food, and I was informed to never watch this show without him.

And after that night, as long as he didn’t have something to do at the club, he was at my house, either I cooked, or he picked something up, and we watched Bones.

And yes… sometimes, we made it to my bed… but most of the time, my couch was never leaving my house. But the icing on all of that, no matter where we ended up, going hard, or fucking softly, our lips meeting started it all.

It was safe to say, I wasn’t the only one addicted to our kisses.

No, he didn’t stay the night, but that hadn’t bothered me.

Things were going the way they were going, and I knew they were going at the speed that he wanted them to go.

As long as I had my time with him, then I was golden.

However, that first night, the cherry on top of that amazing night… It was seeing the hoodie I had worn that morning all those weeks ago, lying on my couch.

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