There’s something comforting in knowing that he’s nervous, too, and from that moment on, I feel some of the tension between us ebb away. The movie starts, and we settle in to watch, sprinkling in our own commentary.
By the first kiss scene between Buttercup and Westley, Trent’s hand is in mine.
And by the final one, we’re not watching the movie anymore, we’ve been making out for the last five minutes.
I’ve never had a first kiss like this, lighting me up from the inside out. I’d expected awkwardness, but there isn’t a moment of it, just pure heat.
We finally pull apart when the credits start rolling and the sound is replaced by the waiting music once more. Both of us are out of breath and Trent’s eyes are gleaming. A quick peek south reveals that I’m not the only one feeling a little worked up, either.
But before I can get carried away, he lets out a slow breath and turns the car on. “We should get out of here, or they’re going to kick us out after all.”
I let out a slightly shaky laugh. “Yeah.”
He pulls out of the parking lot, his expression still a little bit dazed. We’re both silent as he starts heading back in the direction of my hotel, and for the first time all night, I actually do feel a tiny moment of awkwardness, not sure what I should say.
What comes out of my mouth isn’t what either one of us expects. “What do you think? Was that a date worth waiting for?”
He glances at me, and that slow grin spreads across his face, melting through me like warm honey. “Absolutely. Worth every minute.”