Her eyes pierce right through my soul as a mischievous smile rises at the corners of her lips. What I failed to notice all this time while wrapped in the passionate kiss is that her own arms were firmly surrounding my hips.
She hesitates if she should, but she finally pushes away. "You are a bad boy, aren't you?"
"Only as bad as you would want me to be."
"See you lost the ring."
"And you have a few surprises."
"Hey, a girl can tell a guy everything on the first date."
"Date, you say."
"Well, since you have now stolen that kiss that you wanted, what do you want to ask?"
"Will you come to sit by me?" I ask as I try to pin her into the glass again.
"Sure, of course," she says, trying to move away from me.
"No, not because you get paid to," I explain. "But because you want to."
