Love protection (book 1: to be loved)

For better or for worse ?

In the evening, Abby got ready, hoping and happy to see him again. She hesitated between glasses or contacts. Glasses. She hesitated about her outfit, classic but not too much for a date. Hoping for a start, whether it's an illusion or a good dream. The attraction is mutual and seeing where it can lead is on the agenda.

She left her ex— boyfriend 5 months ago, so it's time to try again, for better or for worse. Samuel is a good listener and a good talker, and it's easy for them to connect. He's attentive and attractive, with his blond hair. She doesn't want this dinner to end, but the dessert finished over 30 minutes ago.

Out of reasons, she lets him take her to her car, saying his words without meaning to, her thoughts racing. She doesn't want to go home, not at all. She wants to kiss him. She wants to keep talking, to see where this relationship can lead, to explore the two of them. Inviting Samuel to her flat is... far too early. It risks leading to a purely physical relationship. Oh no, no! Samuel looks at her strangely. She's talking to herself and... saying something! She panicked.

— I.... The words escape her, she turns as red as a tomato. I don't want to go.... But.... sorry, I can't speak tonight.

— He smiled, adorable, making her melt a little more. That's not what I saw. You're glowing tonight. She blushed even more, uncomfortable. She never knew how to take a compliment.

— I have no desire for this evening together to come to an end. He confess. Nor do I, she thought.

— I'm resisting the urge to kiss you, he continued, blushing.

— Kiss me!" she let out without thinking, getting carried away.

Samuel leaned in without hesitation. He smells of patchouli and mandarin.... She closed her eyes, stopped breathing, taking in the sensations. The sweetness, the passion... he's delicious. He's close, she feels his heart beating faster, like hers. Her temperature climbed, his warm hands against her. She sought more contact, more of his touch. He pulled away, far too soon, she sought his lips again, more insistent. They ended up looking at each other. He put a lock of hair back in place, without stopping to look at her. It has .... brown highlights that she hadn't seen before. She can still feel his kiss and if she could keep doing it, she would. It's not like Jack. Samuel is... she wants more.

— Wa.... You... he stammered. She regained her composure, a little discomfort setting in. And now what? She thought.

— Barnaby's still open. We.... Could we go?" he anticipated for her, answering her question.

— Yes! she answered far too enthusiastically. She corrected herself, I'd love to.