That was a little disappointing. I was certain any progress I made getting her to like me again had just been undone. It had been rash to kiss her. I should have gone slowly. Technically, that had been my intention. I planned a flirty kiss under the mistletoe, no harm, no foul. It was the chemistry between us that changed that. I was helpless to resist.
I stripped off my pants and pulled off my shirt before plopping onto the couch. I stretched my legs out, pulling the blanket over me. I stared up at the ceiling, a little disgusted by my situation. There was a beautiful woman twenty feet away from me and I was on the couch alone. I was a chump.
The kiss still lingered on my lips, mingling with the taste of champagne. It had been such a perfect kiss. It was delicate and sweet and very much like her. I would have loved for the kiss to go on and on. I craved a good make-out session with her, much like the ones we used to have back in high school. I remembered being left breathless, panting with need. She always laughed and told me she had to get to class or get home or something. She always left me hard and aching for her.
Thinking about those days brought back memories I had not allowed myself to visit in a long time. It wasn’t because the memories were bad. Quite the opposite. I avoided the memories because they were reminders of what I had lost. Of what I gave up.
I had been such a fool to let her go. I remembered one particular night. It was the one memory I knew I would never forget for as long as I lived.
The night I knew I was in love with her played through my mind. I found myself smiling as I drifted back into the memory.
“This movie is so old,” she groaned. “The worst special effects.”
“We’re not going to actually watch the movie,” I teased. “I don’t even know what it’s about.”
“Oh, what did you think we were going to do?”
“I plan on making out with you until my lips are numb,” I answered honestly.
She softly giggled. “I think I would like to see that.”
“You will. I can’t wait to get you into that dark theater. We’ll sit in the back row.”
“You’re crazy,” she said.
“Crazy for you. You are so beautiful. Is that a new dress?”
She looked down at the pretty blue summer dress she’d paired with a white shawl. “It is.”
“I love it. I want you to wear it all the time.”
“It would get old then.”
“Not on you.”
I took her hand and held it close. I wasn’t lying. I couldn’t wait to get her into the theater. I paid for the discount tickets. We made our way to our seats. I followed through with my plan to sit in the back row, farthest away from the door. I kissed her once, making sure she was okay with the make-out session I had planned. She was. We kissed through the whole movie. When it was time to leave, both our lips were red and swollen. I had fulfilled my goal of kissing her until my lips were numb.
We walked out into the beautiful moonlight, sucking in deep breaths. We were both in need of some fresh air after sharing the same breath for over an hour. Her auburn hair looked golden in the light, her fair skin practically glowing. I was so in love with her. I was surprised that it just kind of hit me all of a sudden. I knew I cared about her but now I knew I loved her. Every cell in my body told me she was the one for me.
She turned to me and smiled. “What are you looking at?” she asked.
“You. Always you.”
Her bright smile lit up the night far more than the moon and the stars combined. She was my angel sent from heaven. I knew I was forever lost. I would never want another woman like I wanted her. My heart felt full to bursting with the love I felt for her. People would say it wasn’t real. They would call it puppy love. I knew otherwise. I knew she was permanently imprinted on my soul. She was my first love and I knew she would be my only love.
I opened my eyes and let out a long sigh as reality came creeping back in. That night had been