Coastal Love ✔️

5. My First Kiss

We finally arrived at my place. I was not ready to let him go just yet.

Wait what?

We reached my door and I decided to invite him in for dinner. "So, you want to end this day by having dinner with me as a thank you? I can cook better than you obviously." I bit my bottom lip feeling a little nervous that he might reject my invitation.

"Don't start biting your lip like that, you're tempting me. I'll take that dinner offer, let's see how your cooking ability compares to mine." He smiled and gave me a friendly side hug and kissed the top of my head. Making me blush.

"Marissa, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" He asked me, while he was sitting down in the small dining area as he waited for me to finish cooking our dinner.

I decided to make us a spaghetti dinner, it's quick and easy and I can make a delicious one. "I'm eighteen, and well I will be nineteen next month. Why? Am I too young for you?"

I suddenly stopped stirring my sauce and realized that I asked the question a bit assuming, that he would see me in a more romantic setting. I tried to brush it off, hoping that he didn't hear my last sentence. I turned off the stove and plated our dinner on the small dining table.

Damn! You shouldn't assume girl!

Now he might think you got the hots for him just because he became your savior this morning. My mind was all over the place. When I finally felt him behind me.

He was resting his hands on my hips. I was panicking on the inside. I've never been this close with a boy in my entire life before. And he was definitely not a boy. He was a very well-defined handsome man.

"Yes, Marissa you're definitely too young for me, I'm twenty-eight. I shouldn't even be having these thoughts about you. I shouldn't be taking advantage of your condition right now." He was whispering his words to the back of my neck.

"You're too beautiful and too fragile for me. I shouldn't even be thinking about you all day." I stayed frozen, I could feel his lips hover on the base of my neck. I could feel his breath fanning my skin. His hands caressed my hips, I was sighing under his touches. Then he abruptly let me go.

"We should eat. This looks delicious Marissa, you weren't kidding about your cooking skill." I could see that he was adjusting himself just before he took a seat. I was blushing again.

Damn, girl! Calm down. He's ten years older than you, he's a grown-up. You're just a little suicidal teenage girl.

I tried to fight my inner self.

"Wow, this is actually good. You even got the small sprinkles of greens, it tastes like the ones in the restaurants. Okay, I will give you points for cooking." He was complimenting my cooking, trying to avoid our previous situation. I just smile at him.

He looked at me weirdly again, but then he started munching on his spaghetti again. I got up and get us water and glasses. We talk in between our bites, he was very knowledgeable.

I don't usually hang out with my peers back when I was in school because they would talk about meaningless stuff. I don't care about the newest shade of lipstick that was perfect for the season, or the sale of some fashionable clothing brand, or even the hot boy that just dump his cheating girlfriend.

I was truly enjoying his company. We talked way after our dinner. He even helps me with the dishes as I made us some coffee. He was sitting on the sofa and was flicking the channels when I put our coffee down.