Page 25 of The Night We Met

“So did I. More fun than any date that I’ve ever been on.” Backtrack. NOW!

His head pops up at the word date. “So you saw this as a date?”

“Oh god. I didn’t want to assume anything. That’s only if you saw it that way.” I mentally slap myself in the face repeatedly. Something niggles in my mind that I should mention I have an arrangement that’s not totally an arrangement anymore.

He takes my hand in his and leads me to the side of the building out of sight from passersby.

“Mason, I’m sorry if I assumed anything.” I just blew it with the most amazing guy that I’ve ever known.

Mason gently cradles my head in his hand. “I don’t do this on first dates. Or when I barely know the person. But it’s something about you Kamryn. May I?”

He’s asking to kiss me. Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner.

I find my voice amidst the blood roaring in my head. “May you what?”

His hand tucks the hair behind my ear and curves around the back of my neck. “May I kiss you?”

I nod my head.

“I need the words Kamryn.”

“Yes. You may kiss me.”

Mason leans down and is just an inch from my lips. Is he waiting for my reassurance? I stretch to my tiptoes and close the distance as our lips carefully meet. I melt into him. It’s an innocent kiss. A get-to-know you kiss. Not as much of an open-mouthed kiss as it is us testing the waters. If he’s waiting for me to make more of the moves, then maybe I should tell my mom I met an actual gentleman.

His tongue lightly darts out and traces my bottom lip. Iopen my mouth a little more and that’s when it happens. As soon as our tongues meet, Mason puts a hand on my lower back, the other on the back of my neck tightens and pulls me up against him leaving no room for anything between us. Pushing us back up against the brick wall for support. I feel this kiss everywhere! From sweet to sexy in ten seconds.

I think that’s what expertly defines Mason. Sweet and approachable to the outside world. Sexy and dominating in a nonchalant way to the one he’s with.

From the tip of my toes to the top of my head. The throbbing between my legs becomes unbearable. I feel this kiss everywhere.

Our tongues dance and battle for control. He wins, but not before placing his thigh between my legs. The friction of his thigh on my center has me rolling my hips desperately seeking more of the friction I desperately want. His hand that’s on the back of my neck travels down my body before landing my thigh and giving it a squeeze. The whimper he elicits from me is almost embarrassing.

After a few minutes of over the clothes groping and some not-so-innocent ass grabs, he reluctantly breaks our kiss. Resting his forehead against mine in an effort to slow his breathing. “You…wow.” He slowly removes his leg from between mine and makes sure I’m balanced before standing up straight.

I’m still a little dazed and breathless from the kiss, my gaze fixated on his lips. “Right back atcha champ.” Is all that I can manage to get out.

“I have an away game this weekend. But do you wanna go to breakfast? Maybe Friday morning? I know a place that’s good, but we have to get there right as they open.”

“Sure. I’d love to. I have my only class at ten.”

We walk back to the front of the building as slowly as we can.

“Get some sleep. I’ll see you sometime tomorrow.”

“Okay. Thank you for tonight.” I kiss him on the cheek and then walk into my dorm. I look over my shoulder once I’m inside and see him watching me walk away. I’m in so much trouble.

The good kind of course.

For the past few days, Mason and I have been texting non-stop. Well as much non-stop as possible. With his crazy busy football schedule and my preparing to rush, it’s been crazy. So when Friday rolls around I finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Mason: Meet me at Stacks at 8.

Me: Okay. I’ll see you in a bit.

“So I take it things are going good with Mason?” Sarah asks.

We’re both early risers even though neither of us have an early class today.

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