19. Isaac
19
Isaac
We walked to her door in silence. I wanted to come in, but then again, I didn’t. I lowkey liked this dating shit. The anticipation. The giddiness. Had me feeling like a teenager again.
Will she or won’t she invite me inside? The uncertainty excited me.
She stopped at the door and dug her keys out of her purse.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” I said.
“I loved it.”
“Did you really?”
“Yes.” She frowned up at me. “Why would I lie?”
“I don’t think you lie. I think you gas everything regardless, and I don’t want you to do that with me.”
She looked off to the side for a minute.
“I guess I’m just not a complainer,” she finally said. “I’d rather praise the things I like than talk about what I don’t.”
“How do you get what you want if you never complain?”
“It’s easy,” she said with a shrug. “I just walk away from the things I don’t want. That leaves me walking toward the next thing, which is always better.”
“Well, before you walk away from me, I want you to tell me if I did something you don’t like.”
“I don’t foresee that being a problem.”
“It might be. I’m not perfect. I’m probably as far from it as a person can get. All I’m saying is I’d rather hear your complaints than lose you.”
She nodded.
“This is for you.” I handed her my drawing of her. “Thank you for letting me take you out tonight.”
She stepped closer and stared up at me with those big brown eyes. “You can either kiss me here, or kiss me inside. Your choice.”
My eyes fixated on her plump lips, shiny from her lip gloss. I dipped my head and gave her a soft kiss. My plan was to end the night here, giving us both the first date experience, but the sensation was too much. Too enticing. Too arousing.
I pulled back and stepped away. “Go on inside and lock up, Zay.”
“Wow.” She pouted. “You’re really leaving?”
“You’ll see me again soon, trust me.”
“You know what? I do.”
I waited on the porch until I heard the door lock, then made my way back to my car with lips that were sticky from her gloss.