Someone Like You

Chapter Twenty-Two

Zander

The mood has shifted between us. I'm not sure if it is from my overreaction to her assuming I wanted a drink—which I did—or whatever the message on her phone said. Either way, the light, breezy conversation between us ow feels jolted and a little tense.

I hate that I can switch the flip on my mood like this. I can go from having the best time of my life, to wanting nothing more to get home and away from a situation as fast as someone can blink. It's an annoying trait I have always had.

She yawns loudly on the drive home, and I tap my fingers on the steering wheel, itching to get home and rinse of the slashed beer from my skin, from being around drunk, hollering people who love to lift their plastic cups boisterously in the air.

I pull up to a stop in front of her place. A part of me wants to cheer up the mood, and continue spending time together, considering all I do is think about this girl, and long for her company. Yet another part of me wants to call it a night and be back in my comfortable bed, alone, where I like to be.

"Thanks for taking me," she smiles, unbuckling her seatbelt, hesitating briefly, as if waiting for me to make the next move.

"I hope you had fun," I say after a moment, my voice sounding awkard even to my own ears.

"I did," she says, releasing the seatbelt which flings dramatically back against the leather seat.

Silence. After a moment, she nods, exiting the car. I realise after she is out of the car that this was a date, and I should have initiated a good night kiss. Damn it. I get so stuck inside my head that I miss the real world passing me by.

Opening the door and almost stumbling out of the truck, I quickly round it as she is nearing her porch, almost completely cast in shadows, since there are no lights on inside her house and out here, there are no streetlamps.

"Angel," I say a little urgently, reaching for her.

"Hmm?" she turns to face me.

Curling my hand around the back of her neck, I drag her to me, and dive toward her mouth. Soft, warm, and perfect. That is the only way to describe how good her lips feel against mine.

I moan into her mouth. Having her lips on mine is quickly becoming a high I'm ready to keep chasing. I love exploring her mouth, and her tongue. I especially enjoy the way she opens up for me, giving in automatically when I fight for dominance.

Her scent invades me senses and it drives me wild.

Stepping back, we breathlessly gaze at each other.

God damn it. I don't want this night to end. But it needs to. I can't screw things up with her. She is the only girl who has ever made me feel like this, and for the first time in my life, I care enough to want to take my time, and make sure things are done right.

"I'll see you soon," I murmur, eyes scanning her face, enjoying seeing her flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

She is fucking beautiful.