Swarms of butterflies fluttered inside her stomach and her lungs were once again seized by an asthmatic attack. While all of this was happening, she kept her eyes closed tight.
Evonne realized that whatever had smashed against her lips must be other lips. Those soft, supple lips moved slowly along the contours of her mouth, nipping softly here and there.
She felt she was on cloud nine. Was this what a first kiss should feel like? Because even though she was inexperienced, she wanted to try out some more. It was thoroughly addicting. Was this chemistry?
Who was this man that just kissed her? Would he be the father of her baby? Would she be brave enough to ask for his sperm? All of these questions buzzed in her head without any answer.
Curious, she opened her eyes slowly and was once again at a loss for speech as the person who had just kissed her was the one person she had wished she would never see again.
"You!" Evonne finally uttered in shock, shame, embarrassment, and surprise. She tried to push Logan off but was unsuccessful.
When she was about to scramble out from underneath him, he toppled over backward and in turn pulled her along with him too. Now she was lying on top of him, kissing his cheek.
Evonne's cheeks warmed in a bashful pink flush. Embarrassed, she swiftly got up from the awkward position, straightening out her clothing to resemble some form of normality.
"Did you enjoy that?" Logan asked with a smirk on his face, his eyes twinkling in wicked amusement when he got up to straighten his clothing too. Logan couldn't believe his luck when he saw the woman from the club the other day. And here he just kissed her. Man, that was amazing.
Not like that sloppy kiss from the other girl at all. Evonne, who saw Logan smirking at her, just wanted to shout at him for causing her this much distress. No one had ever been that close to her before.
No one had ever kissed her before. That was her very first kiss, and it had to be in front of a Lorddamn bathroom. "I…" "Wait. Don't talk," Logan interrupted when an idea popped into his head. "Stay right there," he instructed her.
Evonne was too stunned to react, as, in the next second, a white flash blinded her vision, making her blink a few times until it returned to normal again. And then she realized Logan had just taken a picture of her with his iPhone.
"What was that for?" she asked, aghast. "Evidence," Logan stated simply, saving the image to his phone. "Evidence?" Evonne asked. "Yes." "For what?" she asked, flabbergasted at the whole outcome.
"So I can sue you." "Sue me? Why?" Evonne was confused. "Because A: you just kissed me without my permission, and B: you spat on my shirt."
Was this Lothario for real? She kissed him without permission and now he was suing her? Shouldn't she sue him because he stole her first kiss? Evonne wanted to curse herself.
After a restless night, dreaming about her first real date—which hopefully would lead to something more, aka husband and/or father of her child—she couldn't believe she had to meet this Lothario again.