I admit two things: 1) I crossed the line with that kiss, and 2) that was the first time when I have initiated a kiss. I'm a shy girl, and yes shy at 23 is probably not a good thing, and it might explain why men think they can do anything they want with me, but I can’t help it.
His lips tasted sweet and sour at the same time. I thought to myself of pulling away but I couldn’t. For two reasons: 1) he was kissing me back, and 2) he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. So my body wasn’t listening to my mind, that's nothing new.
When we broke apart, I looked away and he lessened his grip on me.
“I, I'm sorry. I, I shouldn’t have done that,” I said.
I don’t believe that myself and I realize he doesn’t believe it either because he laughs, making me look at him and I start to blush at his reaction at my unfair apology.
“I'm glad that you're not sorry for that kiss. It was the sweetest one I had,” David said when he stopped laughing.
I blink several times and realize something. He's actually younger than I thought him to be. The suit makes him look older, but now I think he's around 30 and 35.
“I may not be sorry, but it was still inappropriate, David," I said.
He pulls me in close again.
“I don’t think so. Now come on, you need a rest.” He pulled back and held my hand in his after a couple of minutes of being close.
I follow him to a small room. It has a double bed, a dresser, and a desk.
“This is my guest room,” he explained and I think that this room needs some more color; it feels lonely in here unlike in the kitchen.
We walk over to the bed, which looks inviting surprisingly and I climb in while still holding his hand. He smiles and climbs in after me. I don’t bother to go under the covers and lay my head on the pillow.
David stays in a sitting position. “I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.”
“Hey, David what do you like?” I asked.
I want to talk about something happy before sleeping. I want to fall asleep with happy thoughts and erase what happened not even an hour ago. I want to feel safe and happy; I only hope it wouldn’t be hard.
“What do I like?” He asks thoughtfully.
“Yes, like food, hobbies, people,” I clarified.
“Hmm,” he said and I look up at him.
He's looking to the side at the window. The bed is on the side of a window but at an angle so the stars could still be seen but one would get sick if there would be a lot of wind.
“I like chess, reading. A good book is a great escape from the ugliness of the world. I like going to classic car shows, and camping is fun. Seeing all the stars which are never seen in the city. Golf and soccer. I like a lot of things. I like my parents, my friends, you.”
I smile at the list of things he likes. I'm also really surprised that he was able to answer me like this. Normally men don't know how to answer that or they say football.
“Are there a lot of classic car shows around here?” I asked.
“You would be surprised. I should take you to one, they are very enjoyable.” He said. “What do you like?”
“I like drawing and swimming,” I replied.
There really is nothing more to me.
“Hmm,” he said and let go of my hand. I'm disappointed until he starts petting my head. I close my eyes happily and drift off to sleep.
I wake up because the sun rays tickle my cheeks.
At first, I'm confused at my surroundings, but it doesn’t take long for me to remember everything that happened last night. My body starts to shake and the blanket falls off of me. Blanket? I guess David covered me.
I get up, use the bathroom, clean myself up and walk into the kitchen.
David is wearing a t-shirt and is in camping shorts. I look at the time on the microwave, 10:00 AM. I slept a lot.
“You didn’t go golfing?” I asked him, making him look my way.
“How could I, when there is a beautiful woman in my house waiting to be fed?” He winks.
I blush at his flirting and watch him pour coffee. He hands me a cup and softly kisses me on the lips. It's a quick but soft kiss. The cup would have dropped to the floor if he wasn’t holding, too.
“M…morning,” I said lamely and take a sip of coffee because he already starts walking away back to the stove.
He puts eggs and bacon on two plates and I follow him to the dining table. Two glasses of orange juice are already on the table, same with napkins and utensils.
Is this what it’s like being with a man you like or love? I wonder.
We bite into the food and I enjoy it very much. Simple yet good. Then it hits me.
"Shit!” I cursed.
He looks at me with concern in his brown eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I stayed with you all night, after what happened with Jim. What if he showed up at my house and Jess got hurt. I'm such a bad sister!” I almost start crying at that realization.
“I knocked him out good. I also let Jess know what happened after you fell asleep and Tyler called me to ask if everything is okay,” David calmed me down.
“He has your number?” I asked him, not remembering when they exchanged numbers.
“Yes, he said he might need a lawyer in the future so I gave it to him. He let me know that he stayed with Jess until she fell asleep so nothing would happen to her. He also said that he will talk to the cops about doing an unofficial visit to Jim’s place. He probably did it already,” David explained and drinks his orange juice.
I laugh with happiness. I need to buy Tyler a back massager or something for what he did for Jess. This also made me believe that that there are still good men out there. Two of them.
“Thank you,” that was all I said and that is all he needs to hear.
After breakfast, David drives me home because even though everything will be okay, I was still worried about Jess and he understood. While he drove, we held hands and I have no idea what we are now. I have no idea if it is okay to like him. To continue to want to kiss him or be so friendly with him? But I do know that I'm not going to go to class tomorrow or to that lecture. I would see David for work but only after taking care of stuff about Jason and hearing news about Jim.
Before I get out of the car, David smiles at me.
“Remember to have faith and tell Jess to have faith, too. Everything always works out for good people. I’ll see you tomorrow, but if you want to talk, call me,” he said and lets go of my hand.
“I will,” I replied and walk to the front door.
Jess opens the door really fast and jumps into my arms. “I'm so sorry, Em. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. To drag you into this.”
She still looks groggy, but it seems she only woke up maybe five minutes ago. “No apologies sis. Everything will be okay. Have faith.”