reached out and tipped my chin up. His pale eyes studied me for a moment before he leaned close and softly grazed his lips across mine. The caress left me sighing and I raised myself up on tiptoe to return the light kiss. He slid his hands down to the small of my back and pulled me close. This time, when his mouth came down on mine, the pressure made my lips part so he could deepen the kiss. He cradled my head with one hand and used the other to arch my back, lifting me up deeper into the kiss.
It was intense, sweet and poignantly romantic. My heart began to race as his mouth took mine. I felt like someone from a movie and a shiver of pleasure ran down my spine.
When he slowly broke away, my head was spinning and his hands gripped my waist almost convulsively, as if he was fighting the urge to kiss me—and more.
His eyes locked on mine, brighter blue from the heat of the moment. Still holding me around the waist, he signaled for the nearby town car with one hand. I held my breath, not sure how to respond to the invitation I assumed was coming next. I’d wanted romance and not just sex, but I couldn’t deny how much I wanted him right now.
“I’d say it went very well, Gabriella.” He lifted a hand and caressed my cheek. “Paul will take you home. I’m a little warm so I think I’ll walk.”
“Goodnight?” I whispered and stared at him. Was he serious?
He pulled me tightly to him again and we both melted into another kiss. Then I felt his arms tense and press me back, as if he didn’t trust himself to kiss me any longer.
“Can I see you tomorrow night?” he asked, his voice a bit breathless. “I have tickets to the theater. Please?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Charming,” I said as I climbed into the car. This date was going to keep me for a while.
***
When Kendra came home late Sunday morning, she stumbled over a wide box in our narrow hallway. “Oh, hey now…just what do we have here, Gabs? You picked up a secret admirer or what?”
“You’re one to talk.” I scowled at her. “Where have you been, Ms. Thing?”
“Obviously out with a lower class of guy. Where’s my giant post first date present?” she asked with a grin.
Before I could reach for it, she tore open the card and read it out loud.
“Darling Gabriella. Last night was a dream. My fairy godmother saw this and thought of you. I can’t wait to see you in it tonight. In anticipation, Prince Charming.”
She handed over the card as she gushed, “Damn, Gabs, seems you’ve cast a spell with all your talk of love and romance.”
I pushed Kendra out of the way and shimmied open the box lid. Inside was a long dress in the deepest lapis lazuli blue. The plunging neckline touched a satin empire waist before the dress undulated in soft waves to the floor.
“Wow,” Kendra breathed. “Wait! I have the perfect shoes to match!”
***
With my own fairy godmother providing me with pale gold, sparkling shoes, I felt like Cinderella that night as I carefully swept down our front steps in my elegant gown. Edward was waiting, a broad smile stretching across his face as he escorted me to the town car where Paul was waiting with the door open. I smiled at the driver and he tipped his hat in return.
“So where are we off to?” I asked as we settled into the back seat.
“I have two tickets to see the most popular show on Broadway,” he said.
I studied him for a moment. “You have no idea what the show is called, do you?”
“No.” He laughed. “Do you know what show everyone’s been talking about?”
“Sorry. Unless it’s reality TV, my friends have nothing to say, and I tend to stick with what’s on the small screen for work.”
“Well, luckily the marquee should be big enough for us to figure it out before we walk in,” he said. “And if we don’t, it’ll be a pleasant surprise.”
When Paul, our driver, pulled up in front of the theater, I looked up at the marquee and couldn’t help myself. “Oooh, I always wanted to see
Reagan Phillips
Mirrah
Gj Moffat
Fujino Omori
Martin Wilsey
Debra Webb
M. E. Kerr
Caroline Hanson
Isla Evans
Robyn DeHart