"OK?" he asked, concern colouring his voice.
I nodded and pushed him off of me so I could sit up. I gripped my top and yanked it off over my head, throwing it to the floor. He was just watching me in shock. I pulled him back to me, kissing him deeply. His hands were everywhere while we made out but he didn't do anything I didn't want him to. It was perfect and sweet. An incredible end to an incredible date. After a while he pulled away and laid next to me, we talked happily for awhile.
At nine, he sighed. "Jake's going to be home soon, maybe we should get dressed," he suggested, looking a little reluctant as his fingers trailed over my bra and stomach.
I nodded. "Yeah. I don't think he'd be best pleased if he came home and found out that you'd seen me with no top on, James," I said with mock horror. He laughed and sat up, grabbing my shirt from the floor and passing it to me, kissing me again tenderly.
