Never the Right Time

Chapter 46 Sophia's POV

After weeks of what seemed like dancing around our feelings, Mark had made it know that he wasn't leaving anytime soon, but hadn't made any other move to make our feelings less of friendship and more romantic.

He would give me soft kisses every time he left for the night but nothing else. Sure those kisses were swoon worthy and made me literally melt every night, but I wanted all the kisses. I really hoped I wasn't reading the signs wrong. I invited him over for dinner, something we've done a million times, But tonight I was determined to overcome my anxiety and make a move.

When I told Savannah my plan, she had convinced me to order some lingerie just to "push him over the edge some more" her words and damn I hoped she was right. I had put in a little more effort in getting dressed that day. I wore a red flown dress that came down to my mid thigh. It was short but not scandalous. I had worn the new black bra and thong matching set underneath and then topped it all off with black boots. I felt a little ridiculous this morning, but as I kept walking around I had a new found sense of confidence. Tonight was my night.

Mark's eyes instantly widened as he walked into the store and saw me. He pulled me into his arms and told me how beautiful I looked today. I couldn't help but blush. He said something similar every day. I should be used to it by now. But the huskiness in his voice and the knowledge of what I was wearing for him made me flush all the brighter.

The day went by without a hitch and I found myself getting more nervous as it got closer to closing time. Savannah quietly gave me a pep talk in the corner while Nick laughed at us. I made eye contact with Mark while she was hyping me up and he just gave me a confused look with his head slightly tilted. I couldn't help but let out a little giggle.

When it was time to head out, Mark was already getting ready to leave. We had gotten into such an easy routine, that he didn't need me to get him every evening. He grabbed my hand and we walked out waving bye to Savannah and Nick while Vinny bounded behind us.

I cooked him dinner at my apartment and by the time we actually ate, we were a couple bottles of wine deep. After eating and another couple glasses of wine, we started getting giggly and reminiscent of college when we were constantly together.

"Mark?" I started, slightly slurring my words, "are we dating?" I was drunk enough to just blurt it out as I took another gulp of wine.

His eyes looked shocked at my question, "I was actually working up the courage to ask you the same thing. I would like to date." He said hesitantly.

"You would?" I asked incredulously

"That can't be that hard to believe." He said laughing at me.

"It is a little."

"Ok ok" he said holding he hands up in surrender, "maybe I've been a bit shy at showing my feelings or pushing anything physical, but its you, you've always been my best friend. I cannot ruin this thing between us again."

I started to move towards him.

"So you're saying there is an us?" I asked quietly

He pulled me into his lap, "Yes there most definitely is an us."

As he got that last word out I launched myself at him. The kiss was raw and full of passion. Our lips molded together like they had been waiting for this their entire lives. There was nothing I was so sure of before and even though my brain felt a little fuzzy, I knew this was where I belonged. I started unbuckling his belt when he pulled me to a stop.

"Hey, Soph, as much as my dick probably hates me for saying this, we should stop. I don't want our first time to be a drunk fumbling mess." He tucked my now wild hair behind my ears, "I want to take my time and have you with a clear head."