“I had a great time tonight,” he said, smiling at her, sending the butterflies in her tummy fluttering just a little harder.

“So did I,” she replied shyly. She wanted to tell him that it was the best date that she had been on in a long time, that she thought that he was really cute when he laughed and spilled popcorn all over himself, that she liked his cologne, that she really wanted to kiss him right then; but she said neither of those things. Instead, she smiled and looked at him through her lashes. “Thank you for, well, everything. I really did have fun.”

“It was my pleasure,” he said, taking a step towards her. “So…”

“Yes?”

“Can I see you again? Soon?”

“Well… You’re not done seeing me now.” She didn’t realise what she had said until she saw his smile widen, the dimple on his cheek deepening.

“I’m not done yet, am I?” He closed the gap between them with another step and wrapped his arms around her waist.

She didn’t know if it was because she felt so comfortable around him or because his cologne was wreaking havoc on her senses, she slid her arms around him and said, “No, you’re not. You’re not done until I say you’re done.”

“Oooh, a woman who knows what she wants. I like.”

“Good, now shut up and kiss me.”

A tentative brush of lips. A gentle caress of the jaw, inviting her to part her soft lips. When she did, he plundered, kissing her thoroughly, tasting her. Tongues sliding. Nibbling at lips. His fingers digging into her hip as his grip tightened, crushing her against him. She tasted of her cherry chapstick, making it his new favourite flavour.

Resting his forehead against hers, he closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. She felt perfect in his arms, not too short, just the perfect height. He brushed his lips against her temple and said softly, “I want to see you again soon.”

“I would love that,” she replied quietly.

He brushed her hair back over her ear and kissed her one last time, ending the date perfectly with the sweetest kiss she had ever had.