“I don’t think you fully understand your situation Ms. Lopez.” He says, but it’s as playful as it is threatening.

She was giggly. Drunk. Just a little dizzy. Five wine slushies and two shots into the night and way too tipsy for all of this right now.

Way too tipsy to do anything but stare at the pink lips of her friend.

Say you love me again.

I know you don’t mean it, but say it again anyway.

“Thank you for the rescue.” She said as the noble faded from view. She pushed off the wall but he held her there with a hand on her shoulder, looking down at her with fire in his eyes. Goosebumps raced their way up her arms in response.

“What if I didn’t come here to rescue you?” He asked. He pressed closer to her, so that she was trapped between him and the wall with no space to move.

“You didn’t know I had a crush on you for years.” She says with a smirk. “I’d ask you out to dinner constantly and even bought you chocolate on Valentine’s day one year.”

I don’t know if you realize how much it means that at the end of the night, I come home to you.

We haven’t spoken in an hour, not since we stopped yelling. We’ve cooled off, and we’ll talk at length tomorrow, but right now neither of us want to be alone in the silence of the night.

“Mom always said to get me a man that can cook.” He says. I raise my eyebrows as I look down at him, “okay,” he confesses, “maybe not directly to me, but I listened when she told my sisters,”

“Are we celebrating?” they say, and I can’t help but to smile into their skin.

It’s been six months of edging, and tonight is date night.

This story contains ‘steamy’ adult scenes suitable for 18+