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and her hand came up to sink into
my hair.
    I loved first kisses, the pop and fizzles of
your nervous system blasting sensation through your body from your
mouth to your genitals, the overwhelming nervous feeling in your
gut warring with the endorphins flooding your brain in celebration.
And this one…oh, this one was perfect.
    “ Excuse me!”
    Penny jerked her head away, and I looked up.
The young mothers sitting nearby were glaring at us in disgust.
Penny sat up, her face bright red, and reached to adjust her
ponytail.
    I needed to adjust something, as well, but
not with the yoga pants mafia staring at me. I sat up and hoped my
cock was keeping a low profile.
    “ Excuse you,” I said,
nodding toward Penny. “The lady and I were occupied.”
    “ Maybe you shouldn’t be
occupied with that in public.” The woman who’d interrupted us had sandy blond
hair pulled up in a bun and a black tank top that said serenity across her
chest. She was the least serene looking person I could
imagine.
    “ Maybe you should mind your
own business.” It was the kindest response I could think
of.
    The second woman got to her feet, hefting
her baby onto her hip. The first woman followed suit, angrily
collecting her diaper bag from the grass. The second mother leaned
over to strap her baby into its ridiculously oversized stroller—it
was the M1-fucking-Abrams of strollers—and turned her head to snap
at me, “You’re old enough to be her father. You should be ashamed
of yourself.”
    Ah, fuck. It wasn’t that I hadn’t thought of what Penny and
I looked like together. I’d agonized over that awful run-in with
the law last week and come to the conclusion that any time I went
out with her, people would assume she was an extramarital
acquaintance of some form, or worse, that she was my daughter. In
theory, it hadn’t seemed like more than an annoyance. I’d forgotten
to factor in the number of assholes in New York and how upfront
they could be about their rudeness. I couldn’t trust my tempter
enough to let myself speak; I didn’t want to go my dinger in front
of two babies and a woman I very much wanted to kiss
again.
    I didn’t have to.
    With a sharp turn of her
head, Penny fixed them with the coldest narrow-eyed glare I’d ever
seen. It was like something out of Orange
is the New Black . I was actually frightened
on behalf of those terrible women. “Take your ugly babies and fuck
off.”
    Holy…mother. I almost crossed myself.
    I thought the women were going to ignite
with their fury, but it was more an anger of the paralyzing
variety. They didn’t sputter or try to say anything further, and
within seconds, they disappeared into the foot traffic on the
path.
    “ Well,” I finally said,
slightly afraid she would bite my head off, too.
    She covered her face with her hands. “I
am…so sorry, that was totally inappropriate and immature.”
    “ Well, you didn’t have to
insult their babies. That was a bit over the top.” I reached out
and stroked the backs of my curved fingers down her arm. “But if
this is something…ah.” There was no delicate way to broach the
subject. “I know we just met, and this is our second date, but I’m
hoping there will be more in the future. And if there are, people
are going to comment on the age difference.”
    “ I know.” She rubbed her
arms, a self-conscious move, I assumed, since it wasn’t cold out,
at all. “And I know people will be rude, because people are people.
But I like you, Ian. I want to go out with you again. I want to
make out with you again,” she added with a laugh.
    “ Well, I’m not going to turn
you down.” My throat went dry, and I tried to clear it. “And I like
you, too. Just so we’re even on that score.”
    I wasn’t sure if the bashful thing was
supposed to turn me on, but when she looked down, presumably to
hide her reaction to my return of affection, I wanted to grab her
and kiss her again. A kiss that would make the last one look like
an