bachelor pad. Her worst fear for this situation was that she would be his Monday night companion, while he had other women lined up to keep him company on the other nights of the week. She was lost in thought most of the way home.
Giorgio could tell by how quiet she was that she was deep in thought. He figured it was because he scared her off by being so forward and inviting her to his place after their first date. It was a work night as well, not even a night where they could have slept in afterwards if she did stay the night. He wasn’t sure what to do, so they mostly just listened to music on the way to her place. Each wondering if the evening had been messed up and how they felt about one another after the intense connection of their first date.
When they finally arrived at her building, Anabelle had gotten herself worked up into a state. She needed to let him know she meant what she said earlier, that she was attracted to him, but she didn’t want to get too far ahead of herself. She was taking his silence as a worrisome sign, even though she’d been equally quiet.
He stopped the car, but kept it running.
She looked over at him. “Thanks so much,” she said, “I know this was a long ways from Manhattan and it’s late.”
“I was planning on giving you a ride home. I don’t mind at all.” He smiled warmly at her.
She smiled back at him. She leaned over to give him a kiss goodnight.
He was pleasantly surprised when she moved towards him. He had expected more of a chaste goodbye at this point. He kept one hand resting across the top of the steering wheel, then draped his other arm across the back of her seat. He was going to let her take the lead in how she wanted their goodnight kiss to go.
As she kissed him, she again felt a strong attraction to him. It was his looks, his size, his personality, his cologne, the way his lips felt against hers, the way he kissed her, a ton of things that made up a nearly irresistible package. He was such a sensual being.
“Tonight has been amazing, Giorgio,” she said afterwards, touching his chest. “Kissing you is amazing.”
“For me, too,” he said.
“I hope you don’t think…”
He put a finger to her lips. “If you’re going to apologize for not coming over, please don’t.” He tilted his head and looked at her, warmth evident in his eyes. “I understand. It’s probably the better choice. I was letting myself get ahead of things.”
She smiled and looked down, still feeling uncertain. “It was probably hard not to...”
“ Shhh…” he said, lifting her chin, “it’s my fault. My desire for you was kicking into high gear. As a guy, it’s kind of hard to think in practical terms in a situation like that.”
She giggled.
He smiled, happy that he’d made her feel better. “My body was just trying to take the lead. I don’t want this to be a one-night stand, you know, if that’s what’s worrying you.”
She nodded. “It was. I didn’t want things to end because I make a mistake and send the wrong message.” She paused for a moment, staring down at her lap. “But I also don’t wan t you to lose interest in me.”
“Hey,” he said, touching her chin lightly. He leaned in to kiss to her, a slow, lingering, sensual kiss. Afterwards, he looked directly in her eyes. “Does that seem like I’m losing interest in you?”
She shook her head. “No.” She felt a big, welcome sense of relief wash over her.
“Good,” he replied, smiling.
She looked over at the passenger car door, then back at him out of the corner of her eye, feeling a bit frisky. “So then, if I kiss you again, I won’t be sending the wrong message this time?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Kiss me again, hey? Does that mean you like me and want to see me again?”
“Big time,” she said, leaning forward and placing her hand suggestively on his thigh. “I am going to kiss you again, Giorgio Tsarkopolis.”
“Oh,” he said, grinning. He then made a point of
Giorgio could tell by how quiet she was that she was deep in thought. He figured it was because he scared her off by being so forward and inviting her to his place after their first date. It was a work night as well, not even a night where they could have slept in afterwards if she did stay the night. He wasn’t sure what to do, so they mostly just listened to music on the way to her place. Each wondering if the evening had been messed up and how they felt about one another after the intense connection of their first date.
When they finally arrived at her building, Anabelle had gotten herself worked up into a state. She needed to let him know she meant what she said earlier, that she was attracted to him, but she didn’t want to get too far ahead of herself. She was taking his silence as a worrisome sign, even though she’d been equally quiet.
He stopped the car, but kept it running.
She looked over at him. “Thanks so much,” she said, “I know this was a long ways from Manhattan and it’s late.”
“I was planning on giving you a ride home. I don’t mind at all.” He smiled warmly at her.
She smiled back at him. She leaned over to give him a kiss goodnight.
He was pleasantly surprised when she moved towards him. He had expected more of a chaste goodbye at this point. He kept one hand resting across the top of the steering wheel, then draped his other arm across the back of her seat. He was going to let her take the lead in how she wanted their goodnight kiss to go.
As she kissed him, she again felt a strong attraction to him. It was his looks, his size, his personality, his cologne, the way his lips felt against hers, the way he kissed her, a ton of things that made up a nearly irresistible package. He was such a sensual being.
“Tonight has been amazing, Giorgio,” she said afterwards, touching his chest. “Kissing you is amazing.”
“For me, too,” he said.
“I hope you don’t think…”
He put a finger to her lips. “If you’re going to apologize for not coming over, please don’t.” He tilted his head and looked at her, warmth evident in his eyes. “I understand. It’s probably the better choice. I was letting myself get ahead of things.”
She smiled and looked down, still feeling uncertain. “It was probably hard not to...”
“ Shhh…” he said, lifting her chin, “it’s my fault. My desire for you was kicking into high gear. As a guy, it’s kind of hard to think in practical terms in a situation like that.”
She giggled.
He smiled, happy that he’d made her feel better. “My body was just trying to take the lead. I don’t want this to be a one-night stand, you know, if that’s what’s worrying you.”
She nodded. “It was. I didn’t want things to end because I make a mistake and send the wrong message.” She paused for a moment, staring down at her lap. “But I also don’t wan t you to lose interest in me.”
“Hey,” he said, touching her chin lightly. He leaned in to kiss to her, a slow, lingering, sensual kiss. Afterwards, he looked directly in her eyes. “Does that seem like I’m losing interest in you?”
She shook her head. “No.” She felt a big, welcome sense of relief wash over her.
“Good,” he replied, smiling.
She looked over at the passenger car door, then back at him out of the corner of her eye, feeling a bit frisky. “So then, if I kiss you again, I won’t be sending the wrong message this time?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Kiss me again, hey? Does that mean you like me and want to see me again?”
“Big time,” she said, leaning forward and placing her hand suggestively on his thigh. “I am going to kiss you again, Giorgio Tsarkopolis.”
“Oh,” he said, grinning. He then made a point of
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