A swing set.
My heart falls to my feet, thinking about the inside of the house and if I saw any pictures on the walls or anything. Is he playing me? Is he married and with children already? Have I been reading this wrong all night? Wouldn’t be the first time I go on a date with someone that ends up being married with three kids.
Feeling a little angry and frustrated, I turn to him, trying to reel back my emotions and not say something stupid before I regret it. My cheeks burn and again, there’s a burning sensation in the back of my eyes at the thought of this whole night being nothing more like an trying to play with my heart.
How much more would I even be able to take?
“Is something the matter?” he asks, seeming to sense my mood right away and there’s no point in trying to deny it at this point. I’d much rather catch him in a lie so that I can move on than allow myself to waver on what-ifs.
“Bit surprised about that…” I say pointing back over my shoulder. I clear my throat, trying to form proper words. “I didn’t expect a swing set in your backyard,” I say as casually as I can, crossing my fingers behind my back.
I expect him to panic, to make excuses, to bolt. But instead, Alastair’s smile grows so big that I think I’m going to be blinded. And then he’s by my side, his phone in his hand as he opens his photo app. Then, he clicks on a photo and shifts it towards me with a goofy, large smile.
“I don’t think I’ve shown you my niece and nephews yet,” He beams, scrolling through pictures of kids playing in the swing set. “They were here this afternoon, actually, my sister Brittney brought them over to play for a while. She says it’s better than any playground, as she’s eight months pregnant and can’t deal with parks right now. This is Clara,” he adds, pointing to a little girl with a mischievous grin, “Sean, and the older one is Paul.”
Relief washes over me, and I look at him with renewed feelings growing inside of me. I think I adore this guy. He’s the cutest man I have met in such a long time and not to mention, he doesn’t try to act a certain way around me either.
He was just…him.
“That’s adorable,” I say, leaning in closer as I look at the pictures. And then my eyes go up, looking at him. All of him. And those lips, those plump sensuous lips that are screaming at me to get closer and closer. I don’t think I can even fight this growing chemistry anymore and so, I decide to follow my guts for once rather than my brain and went for it.
After all, what’s Halloween without a few risks and throwing yourself in front of the unknown?
Alastair
Sabrina’s leaning so close that I feel her warm breath over my neck, my lips, my—
Her lips are on mine. My hand finds the back of her head so fast that I don’t even understand what’s happening until we break the kiss, looking back hungrily, eyes going wide. One moment she was looking at me, stars in her eyes, and the next, her lips were pressing onto mine, her hand dubiously resting over my chest.
“I’m so sorry, I should have asked, that was so—”
“Perfect,” I interrupt her. “And one hundred percent mutual,” I add with a growing smile.
We laugh together, and then my lips find hers—this time slower, exploring, tasting, trying. I kiss her like it’s the first time I’m kissing someone in my life, like I’m not sure of what to do—because I want it to be perfect—but with the hunger of someone that has never been kissed before. Her hands slowly find my jaw, resting there while she tilts my head to the side, tasting me, tempting me.
“Sabrina,” I whisper, her name almost like a plea in my lips, like a mantra I want to be able to repeat every morning, every night, every minute.
Fire erupts between us as the blankets fall on the wooden deck, our arms exploring every inch of each other, her cold hands trailing my back and making me gasp when shivers run all over my body.
“Sorry,” she says, breaking the kiss for a moment, “I’ve always had cold hands,” she adds laughingly.
“Not a problem at all,” I reply, my lips finding hers again, my hand wrapping around the back of her neck, long strand or her silky dark hair tangling between my fingers.
“Inside,” Sabrina murmurs against my neck, her hot breath such a contrast to her freezing hands.
Moving without even thinking, I grab her from under her butt, my hands digging into her skin, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her inside, thanking my coach for the intense workouts we do every week. I break the kiss to look where I’m going briefly, and Sabrina’s lips find my neck, one of her hands quickly undoing the first buttons of my shirt to reach my collarbone, my shoulder.
I think about walking her all the way to the room, but there’s no way I can wait to take her up the stairs.
Instead, I gently take her down onto the couch, my jacket already falling to the floor beside us and my mouth finding the curve of her neck, my hands exploring the inside of her thighs, my fingers finally brushing the soft fabric underneath and bringing out a gasp from Sabrina’s lips that makes my insides churn in delight.
“I want all of you,” Sabrina says softly, eyes full of magic and wonder, shimmering like the stars themselves as she bites her lip nervously.
“And you shall have what you want, my witchy princess,” I reply, voice raspy with desire.
As Sabrina takes the dress over her head and lies back down onto the couch, my eyes roam through her body, taking in the pink lace that leaves little to the imagination.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, my lips finding hers again while my hands busy themselves with the belt at my hips.