return, slowly cuddling into
his warmth, against the bitter wind of the early evening.
“Kiss me,” he said
quietly. It was so quiet, that at first she barely heard him. She wasn’t even
sure she’d caught the words correctly. Then he said it again, louder and
clearer. “Kiss me. All of this time, we’ve been dating; you haven’t kissed me.
I’m starting to think that you don’t like me that way, at all.”
“Of course, I like you,”
she scrunched up her nose, giving him a weird look. “Why would I spend all of this
time with you if I didn’t, silly?”
“Don’t call me 'silly,'”
he mumbled, and then gave her a squeeze. “Why haven’t you kissed me, then?”
Charlotte couldn’t really
answer that question. In truth, she’d thought about kissing him once or twice
after their first dinner date, but she'd been waiting for him to kiss her.
She'd always thought they were just taking things slowly. She'd assumed that
was what he wanted.
She was definitely
enjoying their friendly and romantic activities together, and had finally admitted
to herself she liked him, as more than a friend. She'd realized whatever they had
together was going to go further…much further, if she had any say about it. Therefore,
she’d been quite happy to maintain the status quo and to enjoy simply being
with him without feeling the need to rush things. However, she did want more.
“Well, I just…I don’t
know…” She didn't feel comfortable launching into any big, long explanation
about her thoughts and feelings for him. It would be way too embarrassing for
her. It had been difficult enough for her to admit to herself she'd wanted more
than mere friendship with him.
However, he sounded as if
he wanted an answer from her. Therefore, she tried for an abbreviated version, something
quick and simple that said pretty much what she'd been thinking.
“I guess, I just thought
we were taking things slowly,” she finally said, “Oh, and isn't it the guys who
are supposed to make the first move and kiss the girls?”
She said the last part
teasingly, of course. She didn’t actually mean it. Luckily, these days, it
could go either way. Anyone could kiss anyone. The old-fashioned, sexist
societal rules and traditions that people had to follow, once upon a time, were
no longer followed.
“Yes,” he chuckled. “Yes,
they are. And I will.”
He dropped his arm from
around her waist then and turned to face her. He looked into her eyes with an
intensity that surprised her and seemed to cause butterflies in her stomach.
Suddenly, Charlotte's desire to kiss him was overwhelming as she quickly licked
her lips. She watched him intently as he closed the distance between their
mouths, finally making the first move.
Logan bent slightly over
her, tilting his head to one side and very slowly pressed his lips against
hers. Her eyes immediately closed, her head moved ever so slightly to tilt in the
opposite direction and her mouth parted to accept his kiss. She leaned into it.
They kissed for a few moments and then his tongue slipped into her mouth and
darted across hers, almost teasingly. Charlotte began to lean farther into him,
to deepen the kiss.
He pulled back and broke
their embrace, smiling down at her.
“Well…I’d say that was a
successful first kiss,” he remarked, standing up straight again and putting his
arm around her once more.
“Y-yes,” Charlotte
stammered, her mind was reeling, her breath was coming more quickly and her
heart was thumping with the thrill of it. She felt a little giddy, even a bit unsteady
on her feet. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had such a strong
effect on her, especially from one simple kiss. She'd rather enjoyed it and she
wanted more.
“Max!” Logan called his
dog, who immediately came darting back to them, tail wagging enthusiastically.
“Come on, Max…hurry up,” he chastised him fondly as he reattached the leash.
“I've got to walk my girl
back home, haven’t I?”
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