“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I respond, in an attempt to be humorous. I even smile for effect, but immediately retract and bite my bottom lip, turning my head and gaze away from his.
He directs me back to him. “Yes, I have. But I’ve never said it to a woman.” Leaning in, he cups my face with both hands and lifts my chin upward, giving him full access.
I don’t fight him either. For once, I want to know what it feels like to be under his spell. For once, I want to feel what it’s like to be desired. For once, I just want to be.
His soft lips crash into mine, kissing me like I want to be kissed, need to be. It’s hot and full of gasps, bringing us closer as we share one breath. As I step into his space, our tongues intertwine as we give in to this one moment of passion.
His hands glide smoothly across my exposed back, creating sensations of warmth through me, erasing the feel of the cold air against my flesh.
For the first time, I’ve finally been kissed. Yes, I’ve dated and recently ended things with Cornelius but never have I experienced this level of intimacy with just my mouth.
Simon pulls me closer with a hunger in his touch, and suddenly, I can't do this anymore.
I back away. “Simon, I’m sorry. We can’t do this.”
“Myka, please. Don’t shut this down. What we feel is real. I know you can’t see that now, but believe me, I know the feeling, and I know what I am talking about,” he pleads.
I touch my lips, thinking about what was once there and how it made me feel, even if it was just in that moment. I bow my head and then gaze back up at him. “I’m sorry. I can’t.” I step inside and close the door behind me.