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sly smile spread across her lips.  “The Fourth.”
     
    “Shut
up.”  I stuck my tongue out at her.  “Going home.”
     
    “I
know you are , girl.”
     
    *
     
    I
pulled up in my driveway.  Vince was sitting on the bench next to the garden,
flipping through his iPhone.  When he saw me, he shoved it in his pocket and
gave me a short wave.
     
    My
heart immediately picked up speed.  What the fuck, Rachel?
     
    He
headed towards the car and grabbed my bag from the passenger seat.  “Wow.  You
look crazy hot.”
     
    “You
do too.”  He really did .  He normally dressed in jeans and t-shirts. 
Today, he wore a white fitted dress shirt with a skinny black tie and tight black
pants.  They were both a little wrinkled from the drive, but he pulled it off
seamlessly.  He looked incredible .
     
    “I
thought we might go downtown,” he said.  He walked around to my side and
casually leaned in to kiss my cheek.
     
    “Whatever
you want.”
     
    “Well,
you look way too good to sit around here.  A waste of an impeccable
dress.”
     
    He
placed his hand on the small of my back.  “You smell so good.”  He leaned in
and put his lips to my neck.  I looked around slowly, checking for nosy
neighbors.  I didn’t push him away though. 
     
    “I
thought we could go to The Libertine, maybe?  I haven’t been there yet.”  My
voice was a bit broken.
     
    Still
wrapped around me, he lifted his lips to my ear.  He traced his hand down the
back of my dress.  He was getting bolder.
     
    “Vince! 
Focus up!”  He pulled back to look at my face, but his hands never left my
back.
     
    “I am focused.”  With that, he smiled.
     
    “You’re
not.”
     
    “Can
I kiss you?”
     
    “What?” 
I squirmed and broke eye contact.
     
    He
held me tighter.  “You heard me.  I want to kiss you.  I’ve been thinking about
it for the past two weeks.  So, let’s just get it out of the way now.  That
way, you won’t be thinking about it all night.”  He smiled and rocked me in his
arms.
     
    “I
won’t be thinking about it all night,” I lied.
     
    “You’re
thinking about it right now. ”
     
    “You
said you would wait.  This doesn’t feel like waiting, Conti.”  I placed my
hands on his chest and gave him a light push.
     
    “I’m
having a hard time waiting.”  He paused.  “Just kiss me.  That’s it.  I’m not asking
to sleep with you or marry me.  Just one kiss.”
     
    I
dropped my arms to my sides.  “Fine, just do it!”  I mocked him, closing
my eyes and puckering my lips.
     
    He
cupped the sides of my face and leaned in slowly.  His lips tasted like cherry
Chap-Stick.  His breath tasted of mint gum.  The kiss started off
innocently.    Soft, light, slow.  I carelessly parted my lips just a fraction
as his shifted into a slant, his tongue pressing inside.
     
    Instinctively,
my arms found his back and I pulled him in tighter.  One of his hands drifted
to the side of my neck.  The other dropped to my backside, giving a modest
pull.  In my driveway, for crying out loud!   My dress hiked up an inch
in back.  It was starting to feel like this was going somewhere.  We were
going to end up in my bed if I didn’t stop.
     
    “Hey,”
I breathed.  “Maybe we should go.”
     
    His
breath was heavy.  He was stimulated.  Alert.  “Okay.”  Disappointed.
     
    “Would
you rather stay here?  I mean, we don’t have to go anywhere.”  Why did I say
that?
     
    He
nodded.  “Yes.”  He gave me a quick kiss on the lips.  “Please.”
     
    “We’re
sitting on opposite sides of the room.”
     
    He
gave me a mega-watt smile.  “If we aren’t going to touch each other, we may as
well go out.”
     
    I
didn’t trust myself.   Could I stay here with him?  Alone?  God, I wanted to .
     
    I
was conflicted all of the time lately.  I thought about Vince constantly . 
Ugh.  This thing with him felt natural.  I could feel the hole that swallowed
me