by Ellen Hutton
He had taken a few steps to where I was standing and without thinking twice lifted my chin and looked into his adorable eyes. I loved it when our lips met and inhaled his scent, his tongue tasted of scotch but so did mine and I wrung my hands around his neck.
“Does that mean you will go out with me?”
“What do you think?” I answered coyly after regrettably breaking free from his kiss.
“I think you love this cowboy and want a piece of him.”
“Now, let’s not get carried away just yet Kyle, I don’t think I ‘love’ you just yet.”
“Then I will need to work on that,” he answered before scooping me from my feet and directing me to what I assumed was his room. I had doubts about our future and whether he would be faithful but I didn’t have doubts about wanting him to make love to me at that very moment.