Page 43 of Glass Half Full
So I kiss her.
I cradle her neck with one hand and grip her waist with the other. Finally, almost three and a half years after the first time I ever imagined doing it, I press my lips to hers.
I intend to go slow. I intend to keep it short and sweet, to let her take the lead, but the second she gasps into my mouth, I fucking lose it. She tastes so good, impossibly good as her lips part and I sweep my tongue along them. Her soft moan travels all the way through my body. It makes my blood rush, makes my hand tighten in her hair, makes my cock twitch where she’s only inches from pressing her body against it. She flips every switch I have.
Her hands clutch the fabric of my button-down, pulling me closer as my tongue explores more of her mouth. The sounds she makes are better than anything I could have imagined. If I didn’t know I’d take her crashing down with me, I’d be falling to my knees.
I draw in a sharp breath when her hands slip behind my neck and her chest is thrust against mine. Her body feels so soft against me, curved in all the right places. It’s taking everything I have not to slip my hands under her shirt. I need more of her skin.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” My admission comes out on a sigh when she breaks away to gasp for air.
“I’ve thought about this for so long.”
I groan as her hips meet mine.
“You’re sure this is okay?”
“Kiss me again,” she answers.
I can’t get enough of her taste. We end up backed against the wall, her hands still around my neck, mine digging into her hips through her jeans.
“Dylan.” She pulls back enough to look me in the eyes. “I want this.”
I know from the sound of her voice that she’s not speaking in the heat of the moment. She’s saying this to slow us down, to make us both stop and accept what’s happening here.
“I want this with you. I didn’t think I was ready to be with someone, but I’m never going to be ready for anyone, myself included, unless I try. It’s not just going to magically happen one day, and what I’ve realized these past few weeks is that I’m ready to start trying.”
“Renee, you’re...” I struggle to find the words. “You’re amazing. Everything about you, it just...astounds me. I...”
She bites her lip, the start of a shy smile playing across them when I trail off and just continue shaking my head.
“You astound me too. We can continue astounding each other.”
I press my forehead to hers. “I would really fucking love that.”
There should be a ‘but’ at the end of that sentence. I know there should be. I’m still searching for a reason I can’t seem to find when the sound of the door swinging open stops me.
By some miracle of fate, we’re standing behind it and have time to jump away from each other before the cook I left inside steps into the alley.
“Shit!” He jumps about a foot in the air when Renee and I emerge from the door’s shadow. “You scared the shit out of me!”
“Sorry, man.” I really fucking hope my shirt is still on straight. “What’s up?”
“I was gonna head out for the night. Just wanted to let you know.”
“Cool. Yes. Thanks for staying late.” I flash him a double thumbs up—an actual double thumbs up, like a complete idiot—and he waves to us both before leaving.
Renee bursts out laughing as soon as the door swings shut.
“Did you just give him a double thumbs up?”
“It was a stressful situation!” I protest, but I’m laughing too.
“We should probably go inside,” Renee announces once we’ve calmed down. “My underage sister is in there and hell-bent on getting drunk tonight. I left her with my friend, but I should relieve her of the burden.”
“Yeah, sounds like you might be needed in there.”
Neither of us moves. I don’t know exactly what opening that door will do, but I do know we’ll be stepping through into something entirely different than what we’ve been.
