“Are you gonna kiss me?” she murmured, fist to chin, the hum of his guitar recording playing against her ear. He moved his phone away. She played the last three chords over in her mind two times, three times, eyes grazing his mouth.
He hesitated, watched her lips.
“Do you want me to?”
She tasted the word “yes”, watched his cheeks flush pink. He leaned in slowly, cautiously, closed his eyes. His mouth tasted like beer and something sweeter, animal. She sunk against his armpit and his forearm wrapped around her back. He kissed her like she’d hoped he would.
She moved away, giggling, breathless. First dates aren’t for getting drunk on his breath. She tucked a lick of hair behind her ear and sipped red wine, watching his eyes.
“You gonna kill me tonight or?” She blinked very seriously, resisting a smirk. He lifted one corner of his mouth, his brows, gave a small nod.
“Might do.”
“Might let you,” she laughed. He caught her fingers between his.