**Part 1: Meeting. (We’re setting context here. Part 2 will give us the spicy stuff…)**
***
“What are you doing tomorrow?” Phil asks. I can hear a smile in his voice over the phone.
“Hmm. Nothing,” I answer, flipping onto my stomach in bed. Phil hums in approval.
“Well, good. I’ve booked a hotel,” he tells me. “I’m gonna come and take you on a date.”
I laugh, biting my lip. “Oh, you have, have you? What if I was busy?”
Phil chuckles. We haven’t met yet, but after these nightly calls we’ve been having for the past month since we met on a dating app, I’ve become used to the sound of his laugh and the way it makes goosebumps travel up my arms. “If you were busy… Well, I simply would have taken myself on a trip to your town, sulked around on my own, and hoped you’d come to your senses.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” I smile, resting my chin on my hand, my elbows propping me up. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”
Phil lets out a breath, and again, I can tell he’s smiling. “Great. So, my train gets in at six so I guess I can meet you at the hotel at half past to drop our things off and then we can get a taxi to the…”
“Meet you at the hotel to drop my things off, hmm?”
That chuckle again. “Yes please.”
“I’m not sleeping with you, Philip,” I scold playfully. “It’s our first date.”
Phil pretends to gasp. “Sarah, you think so little of me!”
I giggle.
“After my three hour train journey I simply request your company as soon as humanly possible. Aaaand I’d quite like to spoon you. If you’d like that…”
I pretend to think about it. “Spooning I can deal with. But I’m not having sex with you.” I bite the end of my thumb, grinning. “I don’t fuck on the first date.”
Phil is quiet for a moment and then he laughs. “Sorry, I was just really distracted by the way you say the word ‘fuck’ in that cute little voice of yours.”
I roll my eyes and laugh. “I’m serious! Don’t let me.”
“Let you? Woman, if you come near me I’m launching you out of the window. I can’t think of anything worse,” he deadpans, which makes me laugh even harder.
“Right… Good. Then we’re agreed. No sex.”
“No sex,” Phil repeats, but I don’t think either of us are convinced.
*******
At 6.45PM the next day, I’m somewhat late (as usual) when I get out the car outside of the hotel. I walk across the car park, my black heels click clicking on the concrete. When I round the corner to the entrance, Phil is leaning against the wall outside. All 6ft of him, dark hair, blue eyes, black shirt, one foot against the wall and his thumb scrolling through his phone. I wonder if I might pass out, he looks so good.
Phil looks up, instantly grins at me and tucks his phone into his pocket. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he laughs, stepping towards me and pulling me into a hug. “Are you joking?”
I stand on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck. His arms completely envelope me. As well as looking amazing he smells incredible, which doesn’t help the fact that I’m trying to ignore this huge physical pull towards him. No sex, I remind myself.
“Hey,” I say against his ear before stepping away from him. His eyes scan me from my wavy blonde hair, down my black, tight, satin mini dress, all the way to my heels. I feel my cheeks starting to heat up. He’s not making any secrets of the fact that he’s checking me out.
“You actually look better than your photos,” he says.
“Uh, thanks… I think that’s a compliment?” I laugh.
“No, yes. It is. Yes,” he says quickly and laughs. “You’re very beautiful.”
I smile. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
***
It doesn’t take us long to get checked into our hotel room. When the door clicks shut behind us, I walk to the opposite side of the room and drop my bag next to the bed. “You get the axe murderer side,” I smirk, nodding to the side of the bed nearest the door. I notice he booked us a double bed but I don’t mention it. I glance over at him scratching his thumb with his jaw and the idea of sharing a bed with him sends a warmth through me that settles in the pit of my stomach.
Phil walks over and sits next to me on the bed. He smiles softly, eyeing my face, and pushes my hair behind my ear. For a brief moment, I picture his bare skin in the photos he’s sent me during hot, late nights. I suck in a small breath and exhale slowly, meeting his eyes. I reach over and stroke the back of his hair with my fingertips.
“Nice to finally meet you,” he murmurs, barely audible, his eyes on my mouth, and I can feel us moving closer, closer. When his lips meet mine, the kiss is gentle at first. I let him lead cautiously with his mouth, his hands staying at his sides, and I smile a little against his lips.
“What?” Phil laughs, not pulling away and continuing to kiss me.
“So respectful,” I tease, taking his hand in mine and placing it on my waist. It slinks around my lower back as I slide closer and wrap my arms around his neck. I kiss him harder and we fall back onto the bed.
“No sex,” I remind him, and he chuckles against my lips.
“No sex.”
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