So slowly I wasn’t even sure he was moving at first, he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were strong and soft next to the brush of his beard. My breath caught and my heart raced. He backed up and we looked at each other before kissing again. This time he didn’t hold back. Our tongues stroked and danced, getting to know each other, breaking off only to breathe and change position. His arms came around me and I backed into the room until my legs hit the foot of his bed. We kissed for what felt like hours, as if we were making up for every year of our platonic friendship. Finally we broke apart and he stepped back, holding my shoulders.
“Wow.†His eyes were glazed and there was an obvious bulge in the front of his cargo shorts.
“Wow.†I nodded.
“Are you sure? I mean, I know it hasn’t been that long since the divorce.â€
“Are you trying to avoid sleeping with me?†I teased.
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