finding Lissa

chapter 7

Sean drops me off at my apartment. he walks me up the stairs, a half on the bottom of my waist, protectively.

we stop at my front door and I fumble with my keys. I see him grin at me and I giggle, running the cold metal in my hands. I want him to kiss me. so badly. and he knows it. that's why it's killing me. I want his hands all over every inch of my skin. I'm begging him for it.

finally I feel his hand on the front of my hip. his hands trail around to the back of my waist and he jolts my body forward. I crash into him and look up into his eyes. he smiles at me.

"you're extremely attractive, do you know that Miss. Ana?" he says in a raspy deep voice that makes me weak at my knees.

"mmm. I could say the same about you." I respond, my eyes trailing his stubbled chin.

he looks at my lips and leans in to kiss me but stops just before. his breath on my skin only increases my desire for him. he kisses me with such a force I almost slam into the door. his hands run up my back and into my hair. I release a little moan as his lips trail onto my neck. he moves back up to my mouth and gives me one last long kiss. he pulls away and gives me a peck on the forehead.

"I've got to get home. I'll call you. that's a promise, gorgeous." Sean says, walking down the steps but still peering straight into my eyes.

"mmmhm." I say, closing my eyes and leaning against the door. the kisses still lingering against my lips. I turn around and unlock the door after dropping my keys twice.

as I get into my bed, I check my phone.

I've got 3 texts from an unknown number and one from Sean.

(680) 447 - 2974

thx for the wine

massive headache

you. me. my bed. now.

Ana took a deep breath. Lissa was crazy for Ana. she didn't know what to do in this type of situation. yeah, she was pretty and all but... Ana hadn't ever been with a girl. plus she was with Sean. sort of. was she with Sean?

Ana opened the second text.

Sean: been waiting to do that since the first time I saw you ;) picnic in Central Park tomorrow? 1:30? I'll pick you up.

Ana smiled to herself. her idea of a perfect date was a day in Central Park. how did Sean know all these little things to drive her insane.

she typed back quickly...

I'll be waiting.

and clicked off her phone.