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I thought.
“That’s my car, right up there,” I said, lamely motioning towards my sad transportation.
We strolled up to it and I released Gabe’s arm. The street lamp above us shined down, causing his green eyes to glow. I once again found myself melting into them.
“Thank you for having dinner with me,” he said. His voice was low and inviting. It made my insides turn just a little bit mushy.
“Well, thank you for taking me to dinner,” I responded. “That place was amazing. Next time I might get the steak, though. That looked really good.”
“Next time?” Gabe asked, smiling flirtatiously. My knees threatened to melt out from under me when he smiled like that.
I stuttered. “I mean, if I ever were to go there again for some reason. You know what I meant.”
Gabe just chuckled softly. “I had a really great time tonight, Harper. To be honest, I was a little nervous before I met you. I’ve had some not-so-great dates with women. I was pleasantly surprised this time. This was a lot of fun.”
“I had a really great time too,” I said. And I meant it. It was the best date I had ever been on, and I had been on a lot of dates.
We stood close and Gabe’s hands were on my sides. This was the part that always made me feel the most awkward, because typically this was when a guy would go in for a kiss and I’d have to turn away. But not this time. If Gabe went for a kiss, I was ready. I wanted that kiss.
He leaned in and I steadied myself, breathing in his intoxicating cologne. It was woodsy, yet had a clean scent that made me want more. He got close and then gave me a simple kiss on the cheek before pulling away.
“Drive safe, okay?” he said, taking a step back.
I was shocked.
That’s it?
I had really hoped for more than just a kiss on the cheek and my lips were practically puckered in expectation. I thought about kissing him again, this time the way that I wanted. But I didn’t. Gabe was practically too good to be true and the last thing I wanted to do was to mess things up by acting too eager. So I just pulled my keys out of my purse and unlocked my car door.
Like the gentleman he clearly was, Gabe opened the door for me and I got into the seat.
“Thanks for dinner,” I said, still not sure what was going on. This never happened to me.
“You’re very welcome,” he responded. “Can we do this again soon?”
“I’d like that.”
He smiled and closed the door. I had to choice but to start up the car. The date was over, even though I wasn't really ready for it to be. When I pulled away from the curve, I looked into the rear view mirror. Gabe waved and then began walking back toward the restaurant, where his car was parked.
The whole drive home, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I was completely shocked. He hadn’t tried to push me into anything. In fact, I was actually the one who wanted more. It was a surprising, yet refreshing end, to an already amazing date.
I knew that it had to be too good to be true.
8
T his is just writer’s block, right? I mean, surely there was something about last night’s date with Gabe that went terribly. There must be something for me to write about...
I sat in my office chair, staring at the blank screen of the word processing program in front of me. I had been gazing at it for half an hour, trying to brainstorm what to write for the upcoming blog post. The problem, though, was that I ran a website that people visited to hear about my bad dates, not the good ones. There wasn’t anything interesting about a good date, or at least anything that my current readers would want to hear. They wanted the ridiculous details. They wanted the men who didn’t pay for dinner and the ones who wore sweat pants to their first date. They didn’t want to read about the charming, good-looking, gentlemanly Gabe.
I pressed my fingers against my cheek where he had kissed me. I could still feel the soft touch of his lips, and I could just imagine what they would
“That’s my car, right up there,” I said, lamely motioning towards my sad transportation.
We strolled up to it and I released Gabe’s arm. The street lamp above us shined down, causing his green eyes to glow. I once again found myself melting into them.
“Thank you for having dinner with me,” he said. His voice was low and inviting. It made my insides turn just a little bit mushy.
“Well, thank you for taking me to dinner,” I responded. “That place was amazing. Next time I might get the steak, though. That looked really good.”
“Next time?” Gabe asked, smiling flirtatiously. My knees threatened to melt out from under me when he smiled like that.
I stuttered. “I mean, if I ever were to go there again for some reason. You know what I meant.”
Gabe just chuckled softly. “I had a really great time tonight, Harper. To be honest, I was a little nervous before I met you. I’ve had some not-so-great dates with women. I was pleasantly surprised this time. This was a lot of fun.”
“I had a really great time too,” I said. And I meant it. It was the best date I had ever been on, and I had been on a lot of dates.
We stood close and Gabe’s hands were on my sides. This was the part that always made me feel the most awkward, because typically this was when a guy would go in for a kiss and I’d have to turn away. But not this time. If Gabe went for a kiss, I was ready. I wanted that kiss.
He leaned in and I steadied myself, breathing in his intoxicating cologne. It was woodsy, yet had a clean scent that made me want more. He got close and then gave me a simple kiss on the cheek before pulling away.
“Drive safe, okay?” he said, taking a step back.
I was shocked.
That’s it?
I had really hoped for more than just a kiss on the cheek and my lips were practically puckered in expectation. I thought about kissing him again, this time the way that I wanted. But I didn’t. Gabe was practically too good to be true and the last thing I wanted to do was to mess things up by acting too eager. So I just pulled my keys out of my purse and unlocked my car door.
Like the gentleman he clearly was, Gabe opened the door for me and I got into the seat.
“Thanks for dinner,” I said, still not sure what was going on. This never happened to me.
“You’re very welcome,” he responded. “Can we do this again soon?”
“I’d like that.”
He smiled and closed the door. I had to choice but to start up the car. The date was over, even though I wasn't really ready for it to be. When I pulled away from the curve, I looked into the rear view mirror. Gabe waved and then began walking back toward the restaurant, where his car was parked.
The whole drive home, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I was completely shocked. He hadn’t tried to push me into anything. In fact, I was actually the one who wanted more. It was a surprising, yet refreshing end, to an already amazing date.
I knew that it had to be too good to be true.
8
T his is just writer’s block, right? I mean, surely there was something about last night’s date with Gabe that went terribly. There must be something for me to write about...
I sat in my office chair, staring at the blank screen of the word processing program in front of me. I had been gazing at it for half an hour, trying to brainstorm what to write for the upcoming blog post. The problem, though, was that I ran a website that people visited to hear about my bad dates, not the good ones. There wasn’t anything interesting about a good date, or at least anything that my current readers would want to hear. They wanted the ridiculous details. They wanted the men who didn’t pay for dinner and the ones who wore sweat pants to their first date. They didn’t want to read about the charming, good-looking, gentlemanly Gabe.
I pressed my fingers against my cheek where he had kissed me. I could still feel the soft touch of his lips, and I could just imagine what they would
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