Page 47 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“It’s okay.” He rubbed the top of my thighs. “Believe me, I’ve done it too, right in the middle of a photo shoot where everyone saw my package fall right out of my jeans.”
“Your balls?” I asked, peeking through my hands.
Laughing, he nodded. “Yes, my balls. I don’t tend to wear underwear, so when I split my pants, everyone got a great view of the hanging twins.”
A small smile spread across my face but I was still mortified. This was something I wouldn’t get over easily. I split my pants in front of my date. My very hot date who was actually into me.
“Here, take my cardigan, wrap it around your waist, and we will get you home so you can change. How does that sound?”
I just nodded, took his cardigan and wrapped it around my waist, wanting to wilt and sit in a dark hole all by myself.
The date was over. I didn’t talk much as we took a cab to my apartment. I stared out the window, completely removing myself from the present. There was nothing I could really say. I was humiliated for many reasons.
When we pulled up in front of my apartment, Lance kindly told the cabbie to wait as he walked me to my door.
We reached the front of the apartment and I started pulling off his cardigan, but he stopped me.
“Give it back to me on our next date.”
“You want another date?”
“Of course. Do you think a tear in the pants is going to deter me? Come on, Rosie. I’m better than that. I like you, a lot. It’s kind of cute what happened.”
“How is that cute? You saw my Virginia.”
Throwing his head back and laughing, he said, “You’re Virginia? Oh that’s amazing. And no, I didn’t see your Virginia. I did see a pretty hot piece of underwear though.”
Look at him being so kind to me, made everything feel that much worse.
He gathered me closer and pressed his hands on my lower back, bringing me into his chest. One of his hands moved to my cheek where he ran his thumb gently.
“See me again?”
“No more bowling?” I asked with a slight smile, warming from his touch.
“No bowling,” he agreed.
I watched as he pulled me in closer and my breath caught in my chest as his head lowered to mine. I quickly wet my lips and pressed my hands against his chest as his lips connected with mine. The hand on my back moved to my neck and into my hair, making every single nerve ending in my body stand on end.
His soft lips played with mine, providing me confidence, so I ran my hands up his chest and linked my hands together behind his neck to hold on better. I felt him moving me backward and let him as he pressed me against the side of my building and deepened our kiss.
So, I’d been kissed before but nothing like this, nothing that made my toes curl, that made Virginia cry out in joy, that had me wanting to rip the man’s clothes off. Was this what it felt like to feel randy? To feel completely out of control? To need a man so badly that you were going to claw his clothes right off?
It was.
Welcome to the real world, Rosie. This was what all those books I read were talking about: all-consuming passion.
Just when I was settling in for a long night of lips locked on the stoop of my apartment building, Lance pulled away looking a little dazed, a look I was most likely sporting as well.
He touched my cheek again and said, “I’ll call you, Rosie.”
I just nodded, unable to work my voice past the thumping of my heart in my throat.
Once the cab left, I ran upstairs into my room and shut my door. I needed to write in my journal, and talking to my friends was something I wanted to avoid at the moment.
I was on such a high, I really didn’t want to rehash everything, I wanted to revel in the kiss I just shared, on the stoop of my apartment, while I stood under the stars with an incredibly sexy man with . . . my ripped pants.Well, every other part of that picture was sexy.
June 6, 2018
