We were friends. Just friends. Him asking me out all the time? That was innocent flirting. He wasn’t serious.
But he was serious about turning down a date with someone else because we had plans. He picked me up, talked to my friends, and checked in on me all night. Like a date. And that good night kiss?
There was nothing friendly about that.
He kissed like a man who knew exactly what he wanted. And me? I couldn’t deny I wanted the same thing. I just hoped I wasn’t going to get hurt letting him in.
But he was serious about turning down a date with someone else because we had plans. He picked me up, talked to my friends, and checked in on me all night. Like a date. And that good night kiss?
There was nothing friendly about that.
He kissed like a man who knew exactly what he wanted. And me? I couldn’t deny I wanted the same thing. I just hoped I wasn’t going to get hurt letting him in.