Good Greek Girls Don't by Georgia Tsialtas Page A

are on solid ground. My legs may feel like jelly but at least they are touching terra firma. He’s still holding me so close, and tight; so close, I can feel his heart beating, I can feel his breath on my face.
    â€˜Thank you.’ Please don’t let me go.
    â€˜So what’s your answer?’ As if he doesn’t already know.
    â€˜To what question?’ My brain must have fallen into a coma because I seriously have no idea what he is talking about.
    â€˜Our second date.’ He’s whispering in my ear. Oh, boy. ‘Yes or no?’
    â€˜What do you think I’m going to say?’ The guy threatened to throw me in the lake after all; I need to torment him a little bit. That’s fair.
    He’s leaning in so close. This is torture, pure agony. Please kiss me, Chris, I don’t think I can wait any more.
    â€˜Tell me. I have to be sure I’m reading the signs right.’ I hope this is as torturous for him as it is for me.
    â€˜Yes.’ There, I said it, now please kiss me before I explode and do something very unlady like. ‘Are you satisfied now?’
    â€˜Almost.’ God what does he want now? Blood to seal the deal? What? He’s leaning in closer, he’s there, he’s … Oh my God. Oh, wow! This is magic. Pure delight. I’ve been kissed before, but this – words cannot describe this feeling. If a kiss could lead a woman to orgasm, this is it. Oh, wow! His lips feel so smooth but powerful at the same time. His grip is so strong I think he may break a bone or two, but I don’t care, I do not want him to let me go, break as many bones as you want, Chris. Oh my God, this is … Hang on, he’s pulling his lips away. Come back. I’m not finished yet. I was just warming up!
    â€˜So?’
    Don’t ‘so’ me Chris, get back here and finish what you started. What am I thinking? This is only a first date. But I can’t help it. He looks so sexy grinning at me in the moonlight.
    â€˜Are we agreed?’
    Huh? Did I miss something? ‘On what?’ When did I agree to anything? Or am I suffering short-term memory loss from that amazing kiss?
    â€˜Our second date. Der, Des … You know the lake is still within throwing distance.’ As if I am going to fall for that again.
    â€˜Oh, that.’ Vague answer, grin on face. I think this tells Chris everything he needs to know for the moment. ‘I think we’re agreed.’ Now come back here. I want those lips. Oh well, if he won’t bring them to me, I guess I’ll just have to be the instigator. Oh, yeah.

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    â€˜Mind your own business, Ma.’ She won’t let up. I’ve had all of four hours sleep and she’s firing questions left, right and centre.
    By the time we’d walked around the lake, Chris and I decided we needed to find a place to have coffee, which lasted for hours so I didn’t get home until three. I was exhausted but couldn’t get to sleep. It was like there was an instant replay going on in my head. I think I managed to doze off at about five and nabbed a few hours before Effie dropped off her kids. Now I have to face my mother. The least she could do is let me have my coffee in peace.
    â€˜Who is he, Despina?’
    Okay, my mother is getting her hopes up. I think she’s planning my wedding.
    â€˜He gave you flower.’
    My purple rose. It’s sitting in a vase on my bedside table. I’ll let it dry out and keep it there forever. I never seriously thought I would ever get one.
    I think I get my curious streak from my mother. This is killing her. I’ll give her a little bit of information that will only make her curiosity ache for more. I’m a bitch, I know it, but at least it keeps my mother on her toes.
    â€˜His name is Chris, Mama, and I’m just getting to know him.’ And those lips … yummy yum yum. ‘I’m not coming home after