Two beating hearts collide in a romance of burning passion. Liv, a small town, Indiana girl moves to Pittsburgh riding the wave of a dream to become one of the city's top-ranking sports columnists. By fates would, or perhaps wouldn't, have it, she m...
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Tonight was our night. The biiiiig night. The tell-tale truth for Colton Ritter and I. Would there be some potential behind that mesmerizingly steamy kiss?
We'd made text plans earlier in the week:
C: What's your Friday night lookin' like, Ms. Liv?
L: Take out & a bubble bath at this rate, Mr. Ritter. Unless a better off comes along.
C: Well, I was gonna suggest dinner. But, that bubble bath ain't sounding like a terrible idea...
L: I think a cold shower is what you need!
C: Ok, ok. I'll settle for dinner. This time... Pick you up at 7:30 on Friday. Your place.
L: it's a date!
C: I'll be on my best behavior.
I hurried around my now trashed apartment, stemming from the embarrassing amount of time I'd spent rummaging for an outfit that suited me. Colton didn't seem like the shallow type who preferred a women who spent over half her life decked in stilettos & a full contoured face. So, I kept it simple. The dark skinny jeans ragged at the knees that hugged my athletic bottom flatteringly, a slinky round neck white t-shirt, finished off with feminine cut black leather jacket. I tussled my hair with relaxed waves, & topped my dry lips off with a swipe of pink lemonade colored gloss. I carefully gathered some essentials such as keys, phone, and tube of replacement lips gloss, and stuffed them neatly into a small clutch. Then, three delayed knocks at the door.
My stammering heart leaped into my drying throat as a shower of nerves rained over me. I opened the door to find his bulky form so cunningly rested upon the doorway, a toothpick pointed out of his always beautiful mouth. The innocent peck on the check he greeted me with took me by surprise as he leaned in placing his hand gently on the back of my head.
"Good to see ya', beautiful," his hot breath unleashing into the crook of my neck near my ear. Any shyness left in my body dissipated as I instinctively took his slightly whiskered face into my hands, turning his mouth to meet mine. He let out a breathy hum of satisfaction giving into my kiss.
"And hello to you, too" I reservedly cooed, taken aback by the foreign boldness I had just displayed.
Stepping out into the striking night air, he positioned his hand slightly on my lower back. He'd slid it under the thickness of my jacket, and I could feel the heated Fahrenheit of his smooth skin nearly sweltering through my shirt. He escorted me down the stairs, and my eyes raised to see what I feared was my chariot for the evening. A matte, jet black motorcycle parked at the end of the stairwell. It wasn't the "mid-life crisis" saddle bagged type with the wide seat on the back, lined with padded armrests. This was the "dangerous, sleek, sex on wheels" edition. My usual reserved demeanor awoken inside fighting to keep me from getting on the two-wheeled taxi with him, but, he had stirred something in my being during the time I'd known him. Things I'd usually view as reckless, or foolish, seemed arousing and electrifying now.
