Her heart rate quickened and her brow began to glisten with perspiration. He’d just asked if he could kiss her. The question took her slightly aback; not because the idea was unwelcome, but because normally guys would just plant one on her at this point in the date.
Yes, I suppose I should give some context as to how these two individuals found themselves in a small apartment with a half drank bottle of rose between them.
Emily’s ex had been a “jump to the main event” kind of fellow, which had left her craving something more…thoughtful in the bedroom.
Her best friend, Min, had been waiting for the chance to set Emily up with her friend (sometimes with benefits) Marcus. So when Johnny-Three-Pumps got the boot, Emily wasn’t given a choice.
Min arranged the date; her, Emily, Marcus, and a couple other friends went to one of those karaoke bars where you rent a private room.
Emily, who normally was the first up to sing, was feeling a little shy with Marcus in the room. Min had told her what he looked like, and Min had excellent powers of description.