Amy started to apologize again before Jason cut her off. “I like that.” He paused. “I like you.”
She blushed. She was drawn to Jason, more than she had ever been drawn to anyone she had known for such a short time. But did she care? Yes, she cared what he thought of her, but did that mean she cared about him? Too many emotions swirled in and around her skull. Whatever she felt, she hoped he did make good on his offer to seduce her. She wanted it more than anything she could imagine.
Jason led Amy out of the restaurant. He dropped her hand and then spun on the ball of his foot, completing several full turns. He stopped with a jump, planting his feet. “Whoo!”
“I guess you enjoyed your supper?” Amy ran after him as he danced down the street.
Ignoring the crowded sidewalk, Jason leaped onto a planter before landing with another spin.
“If you were singing, I would think I’d been transported into a musical,” she said, looking up at Jason as he spun around a lamp pole.
He smiled down at her.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you’re dancing up the street like a mad man.” She laughed.
Jason twirled and executed an undulating body wave before coming to a stop in front of her.
The breath caught in her throat as he merged their personal spaces. “You are music that makes me feel like dancing,” he confessed in a low whisper.
Amy expected her face to burst into flames with the heat of her flush, but instead it was suddenly cold and wet. She lifted her face to the sky to watch the downpour overtake them.
She smiled into the rain. “It is like a musical, and now it’s raining.”
“You know what that means, don’t you?” Jason asked. She shook her head and looked into his eyes.
“It means the hero gets to kiss the girl.”
“Are you my hero, Jason?” Amy asked, focusing on his lips.
“If you let me.”
Amy closed her eyes as Jason’s mouth covered hers. His lips felt hot in the chill of the rain. She leaned into him, tasting his lips and his tongue. His kiss pulled at her core, her entire body flaring up like liquid fire. She wanted to feel all of him. His lips and arms were not nearly enough. Her entire being shook with need, with want. His arms tightened around her.
Her brain disengaged, and her perception of the world went fuzzy.
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