What an odd evening.
I kissed the boy. But I guess anyone who doesn't have little girls old enough to remember that Disney movie, the Little Mermaid, won't get the reference. Kiss the Girl...my favourite song in the whole movie. Well she and I used to sing Kiss the Boy. And I did. I kissed the boy. Not the one I thought I'd kiss, either. I kissed the wrong one. The one I hate. The one that pisses me off and makes me feel like throwing things.
I kissed Kevin.
I didn't plan to kiss Kevin. I was having such a good time, dancing, flirting, talking...just plain fun. I could see that Kevin was still pouting, and AJ was still ignoring him and I didn't care.
Oh, and I got Denis to fit AJ into a golf foursome tomorrow morning...one of the ritzy clubs, too, I might add. Denis has connections out the wazoo. Gotta love brothers with connections, especially ones who owe you. I think AJ will enjoy it, and the weather is supposed to turn and be nice again by the morning.
Soooo, the kiss. Well, I didn't expect it, and I don't think he planned it. We were sitting in a booth with a couple of other people, talking, and suddenly they were gone...to dance, to hit the can, I don't know. I was just watching the crowd, the dancing, the shmoozing, when I realized he had his arm across the back of the seat behind me. I didn't mind, I didn't care, so I just kept on sitting and relaxing. I turned to point something out to Kevin and realized he'd been watching me...we just kinda looked at each other and then he bent and kissed me. Just a little, brushing of the lips, kind of kiss. When he pulled back I think we were both in shock, we just looked at each other, and then he leaned in again, for the real kiss.
The real kiss!
It started out pretty innocent, again. His lips just brushed over mind, but then I could feel the tip of his tongue tracing my lips. Before I knew what I was doing I let him in. Fuck! That man can kiss. I think I felt the earth move, but it could have been the subway beneath the street. As we got deeper and deeper into the kiss he pulled me closer till I was almost in his lap. Nice lap, nice kiss.
Okay. Not nice. Awesome.
For a few moments I forgot where I was, who I was...I'm afraid I have to admit that if we hadn't been interrupted by AJ we would have eventually found ourselves under the table, fucking like bunnies.
I still don't like him. He's arrogant, vain, and horrid.
But I liked being kissed like that. Like I was a desirable woman, instead of a boring old soccer mum.
I need to go to bed and forget about this. I don't have goosebumps. I don't still feel the butterflies in my tummy. I can't still feel the tingle where his lips touched mine. I can't still remember the way his tongue tasted. And I absolutely don't remember anything about his arms around me, holding me tight. Or his hands roaming where they shouldn't have been.
I don't like him.
I kissed Kevin.
I didn't plan to kiss Kevin. I was having such a good time, dancing, flirting, talking...just plain fun. I could see that Kevin was still pouting, and AJ was still ignoring him and I didn't care.
Oh, and I got Denis to fit AJ into a golf foursome tomorrow morning...one of the ritzy clubs, too, I might add. Denis has connections out the wazoo. Gotta love brothers with connections, especially ones who owe you. I think AJ will enjoy it, and the weather is supposed to turn and be nice again by the morning.
Soooo, the kiss. Well, I didn't expect it, and I don't think he planned it. We were sitting in a booth with a couple of other people, talking, and suddenly they were gone...to dance, to hit the can, I don't know. I was just watching the crowd, the dancing, the shmoozing, when I realized he had his arm across the back of the seat behind me. I didn't mind, I didn't care, so I just kept on sitting and relaxing. I turned to point something out to Kevin and realized he'd been watching me...we just kinda looked at each other and then he bent and kissed me. Just a little, brushing of the lips, kind of kiss. When he pulled back I think we were both in shock, we just looked at each other, and then he leaned in again, for the real kiss.
The real kiss!
It started out pretty innocent, again. His lips just brushed over mind, but then I could feel the tip of his tongue tracing my lips. Before I knew what I was doing I let him in. Fuck! That man can kiss. I think I felt the earth move, but it could have been the subway beneath the street. As we got deeper and deeper into the kiss he pulled me closer till I was almost in his lap. Nice lap, nice kiss.
Okay. Not nice. Awesome.
For a few moments I forgot where I was, who I was...I'm afraid I have to admit that if we hadn't been interrupted by AJ we would have eventually found ourselves under the table, fucking like bunnies.
I still don't like him. He's arrogant, vain, and horrid.
But I liked being kissed like that. Like I was a desirable woman, instead of a boring old soccer mum.
I need to go to bed and forget about this. I don't have goosebumps. I don't still feel the butterflies in my tummy. I can't still feel the tingle where his lips touched mine. I can't still remember the way his tongue tasted. And I absolutely don't remember anything about his arms around me, holding me tight. Or his hands roaming where they shouldn't have been.
I don't like him.