Page 66 of One Night

"Me either." She bites her lip.

My hand cups the back of her head and I pull her toward me and kiss her for a good long minute, then linger at her lips. "Let's go somewhere."

"Where?"

"You want to go to a movie?" I kiss her again but keep it short.

"We could, but I doubt we'd watch it."

"That's the point." I kiss her once more. "Why'd you think I suggested it?"

She laughs. "Let's just go get coffee."

"How about dessert?" I back away. "You like cupcakes?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"There's this bakery I grew up going to that's a few miles from here. They're the only bakery I know of that's open at night. They have all kinds of pastries but they're known for their cupcakes. My mom used to get them for us for birthdays."

"Okay, but you'll have to show me where to go."

"Why don't we just ride together? I'll take you back here later to get your car."

She agrees to it and we head to the bakery. I finally feel like we're on a date. We went to dinner, kissed, and now she's riding in my car on our way to get dessert.

Earlier today, I wondered if we'd ever go out on a date or if we'd just write letters forever. But now, hours later, we're going out, and she's agreed to go out with me again.

And it's all because of that internship. The one I didn't even want and never would've taken if I'd had another offer. That can't just be a coincidence. It has to be something else. A sign from the universe, saying Amber and I should be together.

Chapter Fifteen

Amber

It's Saturday morning and I've seen Dylan for four of the past five days. My commitment to only write letters and not actually see him lasted about a day. To be fair, I'm sure I could've kept it going longer if it weren't for the internship.

You'd think working with him would be enough, but no. It just makes me want to see him even more. Looking across the desk at him for two or three hours a day is like looking at a bowl of candy you're not allowed to eat. Dylan feels the same way. By the time our shift is up, we're both dying for a taste of that candy. We race to our cars, drive to the nearest restaurant, hide away in a booth, and make out while we wait for our food.

We really need to stop doing that. For one, it makes the waitress uncomfortable and whoever else can see us in the booth. And two, if we keep this up, we'll be moving past kissing and onto other things. That almost happened last night. He was dropping me off at my apartment and we were in his car and things started happening. Hands under clothes, going places they shouldn't be going. I had to force myself to stop. Dylan seemed frustrated, but he wasn't mad. He understands why I don't want to rush this. I just hope he's willing to wait longer. He has girls constantly coming up to him, so if he wanted a girl who'd do more than kiss, there are plenty of girls he could choose from.

My phone rings the moment I walk in my bedroom. I just showered, my hair sopping wet and a towel wrapped around me.

"Hello?" I say, answering without checking who it is.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

It's Dylan, using that upbeat, casual tone of his that always seems to lighten my mood. Not that I was in a bad mood, but Dylan always seems to make even my good mood a little brighter.

"I just got out of the shower."

"Can I come over?"

"Right now? I thought we said we'd meet for lunch."

"We did, but I was in the area so I thought I'd stop by."

I smile. "Why were you in the area?"

"Not sure. I was driving around and my car just took me here. Maybe because it wanted to see you."

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