After what felt like forever of jazz dancing, we're leaving the club laughing and playing around.
Holding my hand we walk to my car. "Gosh, you actually have a fun side underneath all that business attire." He insults.
"Oh shut up! I'm surprised you don't drink, especially for a bartender."
Looking over at me, "Says the girl that was playing hard to get with the bartender, now look where you are!"
I shoved him, he grabbed my hand and pulled me close. Looking up into his eyes as he looked down into mine. I couldn't help but blush; burying my smile into his chest.
Lightly touching my face, he lifts my chin, "so many curves in the right places, only one I care about is the one on your face."
Hard to believe, I fall for his words anyways. His face close to mine, I hesitate to kiss him but he whispered softly, "Trust me."
His soft lips close to mine, I give his all of my trust. As hard and scared I was, it was perfect.
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