Slowly, our faces come closer together. Neither of us are rushing this because this kiss will mean everything to us. Sure, we kissed last week in his office- but that entire moment was built out of anger. This moment is built completely out of acceptance, trust, and love. I want to savor it.
The moment before we’re about to kiss, when our lips are parted and quivering in anticipation for that touch- we pause. And then I go for it.
I press my lips softly into his, breathing him in. We keep our lips pressed together for longer than normal, like we’re afraid that if we pull away, things will go back to how they’ve been. But I’m not about to let that happen, and neither is he.
We pull away and smile at each other. He draws circles on the back of my neck where his hand is resting, and I caress his hair. I want more.
I slowly pull his shirt off, revealing his incredibly toned body. He does the same to me. There is only one moment of pause between us before we allow our lips to collide again.
Kissing Darian in a real and passionate way versus how angry and urgent we were last week- it’s the most satisfying thing I think I’ll ever feel. We needed this, and life wasn’t going to be right until this happened.
I straddle him on the couch, making out with him, and enjoying every second of this. I would do anything to just stay in this moment forever. Both of us reach to unbutton the others jeans, and my heart speeds up so fast that it’s practically beating out of my chest.
And of course, that’s when Darian’s ringtone starts blaring. He pulls away, an apologetic look on his face.
“I’m sorry… this could be my PI…”
“No, no- take it. It could be important.”
He shoots me a wink before answering his phone.
“Hello? Shoot, right now?”
My heart sinks. I don’t want anything to pull this man away from me right now.
“Yes. Okay. Tail him for us, but do not be obvious. We’ll catch up with you, we’re on our way.”
“Your PI?”
“Yes. Max is leaving the club right now, and we think that he knows where Becky is. We need to leave right now and follow him to wherever he’s going.”
And just like that, our moment is over. We throw our clothes back on and head for the door.
“Hey,” he says, grabbing my forearm. “We’ll continue this later, I promise.”
I smile and pull him into one last quick kiss, before we run downstairs and head off to save our girl.