Chapter Eight: The First Kiss

He said “Yes”.

After a nearly perfect first date do-over, neither one of us were ready for it to end. We stole inside to the warmth of my residence apartment, happy to find that my five roommates were either out or in their rooms for the night, which meant that we had the living room to ourselves.

It was already quite late, so I didn’t expect him to stay long. We sat down on the couch to talk and I flipped on the TV for background noise. While we began on either end of the couch, over the next half an hour or so we slowly moved closer together so that first, his hand found mine.

Then, a subtle shift so that our knees were touching…

…then his arm was around me and and he pulled me close.

Even though I pretended to “play it cool”, I was positively dancing inside. I can still remember how my stomach was flip flopping and was absolutely FULL of butterflies as he pulled me close into his chest. We sat like this and flipped through the channels trying to find something fun to watch, but my channel options were limited and that late at night there wasn’t anything good on. We finally found some terrible movie (that I later learned was Midnight Run) and only half paid attention.

My mind was spinning. We were cuddling, holding hands and had just had the most perfect date… would he try and kiss me? Should I let him if he tried? Even though it was our first date do-over, it was technically our second date. Was that too soon?

…what if my roommates came in and spoiled it?

When it became clear that neither of us were interested in the movie, we sat and talked quietly about this and that. We were sitting side by side and I was half curled up in his arm and chest. As I turned to my face up to look at him for a minute he leaned in for a kiss and caught me off guard…

…and missed.

Before I understood what he was doing I had moved my head and instead of my mouth he ended up kissing my chin. It was so cute and sweet (and a little funny) that I let him try again and we had the most amazing first kiss… it was one of those head-in-the-clouds-heart-pounding-knees-melting-toes tingling kisses that you wait your whole life for. He held me tightly and kissed me again and I knew I was done for… he had me: hook, line, and sinker.

He didn’t stay much longer after that as he had to work early the next morning, so we walked to my doorway and he took me in his arms one more time, and then he was gone. I’m pretty sure I stood in my doorway with the BIGGEST smile on my face for the next few minutes before waltzing back into my little house. If you have ever seen My Fair Lady, the scene where Eliza dances and sings “I Could Have Danced All Night” pretty much sums up my reaction.

As I climbed into bed (absolutely wide awake) my mind replayed the events of the evening… the perfect dinner, our first dance together, our first KISS… my heart started racing all over again. He certainly acted like he liked me… and from what I had seen he was a very genuine person. But I, being me, still had a shed of self-doubt after our disastrous skiing date. What if he didn’t call?

And so, after my heart stopped beating a million miles a minute I fell asleep replaying the kiss over in my mind…

…and hoped that he was falling for me as hard as I was for him.

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