Page 77 of Love Harder

A little likeGoldilocks and the Three Bears, but instead of beds…

This kiss is too hard.

This kiss is too soft.

This kiss is just right.

And the kisses between The Unicorn and I were just right.

He kissed me with passion and did that thing I like with his tongue. But you can tell a lot about someone by the way they kiss. I can say that now because The Unicorn and I have shared endless kisses since that night, so I compare them to now. At first, his kisses were passion-filled but missing something. Missing that intimacy because The Unicorn was guarded.

Walls were firmly in place and although he shared so much with me, he only let me see the superficial layers because perhaps The Unicorn was hurt by love too. I have a common theme when it comes to men;LOVE HARDdelves into the depths of what.

I tend to fall for men who I want to be fixed.

The Unicorn didn’t want me to fix him, so I knew he would be a tough egg to crack.

What was happening with The Unicorn had never happened before. To find that fire in all avenues is rare—not just looks, butpersonality and banter as well. After knowing one another for just a day, this was fucking unheard of.

I was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. I guess I still am.

Something this good to be true has to be, right?

The Unicorn’s air ofwhatever the fuck it isdrew fellow travelers to our table, and his ability to talk to those and make them feel welcomed was something that once again made him stand out from the rest.

I watched him closely because people watching is my thing. The way he held himself so confidently but without arrogance drew me in further. He didn’t fill in the silence with small talk. He listened and engaged when he wanted.

He wasn’t a people pleaser.

He radiated such intoxicating energy, it was almost suffocating. Being in his presence left me heady and almost out of breath.

We stayed at the bar for a while, chatting to people who asked how long we had been together.

I was honest and told them we had just met. This was greeted with laughter as no one seemed to believe it. Perhaps they too could feel the palpable chemistry between us, chemistry which was only continuing to grow.

I liked all the small things he did.

He pulled down my dress when it rode up a little too high before I had a chance to.

He would buy me a drink without asking.

He would watch where I would go if I decided to venture a little ways away.

This man was killing me, smalls.

Our next stop on the agenda was a club where there were no rules, no norm.

Everything goes.

It’s my kind of place.

The Unicorn held my hand, taking it all in. This was so out of his element, but he didn’t complain. He didn’t make up some excuse that he left the stove on and had to go home. He took it all in and did what he does best; he observed.

As did I.

The Unicorn’s sense of adventure appealed to me instantly.

He wasn’t afraid to try new things.

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