“I kind of think you like kissing me.” He leaned closer, his lips inches from my face.
I don’t know why it felt so painful to admit what was obviously the truth. Like it gave him power over me. It’s okay, I told myself. Get over it, and maybe he’ll kiss you again.
“I do,” I finally whispered.
He smiled, his grin wide and smug. “How about that? Claudia Chiametti likes kissing me.”
“Alright, so I admitted it. But what does this mean for us—what are we now?”
Without answering, Toby leaned back against the couch and slowly stretched his long arms over his head like a big, proud tomcat. Sinking deeply into the cushions, he lifted his long legs to rest on the coffee table before he turned his eyes on me. “What do you think we are now?”
“Hmm.” A smile touched the corners of his mouth. He picked up my hand and ran a thumb over my knuckles. “Are you saying you want to be my girlfriend, Claude?”
I was intimidated by the conversation. He seemed to be purposely making this painful. I glanced at him, nervous. “Isn’t that what you want?”
While I sat on the edge of my seat wondering if I was making a fool of myself, he concentrated on our hands, aligning my hand to his and slowly, one by one, intertwining our fingers. Finally, he shrugged. “Yeah, that’d be okay.”
“Wow. That is hardly the enthusiasm I was expecting.” I tried to pull my hand away, but he held tight and rolled his head in my direction.
“I don’t want to get too excited until we make it official.”
“Official? And just how do we do that?” Suspicious, I eyed him.
“First, you have to understand, if we’re official, all purchases are final—there’s no returns or exchanges. You cool with that?”
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe you need a little persuading,” he murmured. He leaned into nuzzle the crook of my neck. His breath was hot on my skin as his tongue traced my collarbone. He nipped up the length of my neck gently with his teeth. The area tingled under his attention, and I felt it down to my toes.
“Okay, okay,” I pushed at his shoulders. “You’re very convincing.”
“Good,” he whispered, rolling back to put his arm around my shoulders. “Now we just have to seal the deal with a kiss.”
“This is some kooky ceremony,” I muttered, but I leaned into him to press a quick kiss on his mouth anyway. Once my mouth touched his, though, he caught me and held me to him. His lips moved over mine in a soft, but thorough kiss.
Leaning back, he held up our intertwined fingers in triumph. “Opa! Congratulations, you are now my girlfriend!”
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