Our First Kiss. Judy Lynn Hubbard
frowned. “That wasn’t our first kiss. New Year’s Eve was.”
“New Year’s Eve I kissed you.” She smiled impishly. “This is the first time you’ve initiated a kiss between us. I hope it won’t be the last.”
“If you recall, I kissed you back on New Year’s Eve—” he traced the outline of her trembling lips with his fingers “—and I thoroughly enjoyed it.”
“You did?”
“Oh, you know I did,” he said and smiled.
“So did I. Let’s not wait so long before you kiss me again,” she softly suggested.
“We’ll see.” He touched her trembling lips with his fingers and then quickly removed them. “Good night, Marcy.”
“Good night,” she echoed. “Thanks for bringing me home.”
He glanced back at her trying to decide what he should do and what he wanted to do next—his head won out over want, and he determinedly opened the door and left. If he touched her again, he would be lost.
When her limbs would finally obey her commands, Marcy slowly retraced her steps and fell across the sofa. She let out her breath with a long, unsteady sigh. Gingerly, fingers touched her lips, and starry eyes closed as she remembered the feel of Nathan’s lips, body and his heart beating so close to hers.
She’d had a few crushes in her day but nothing close to what she felt for Nathan. She felt alive with him; he did things to her mind and spirit that she had never experienced before. They hadn’t known each other long, but he was the one; she knew it. Now her goal was to make him realize she was the one for him.
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