All through the drive, all I can think of is the kiss. I keep trying to tell myself that it was just a kiss. Just a kiss… Just a damn kiss! Not even a serious kiss, he just pressed his lips upon my own.
See, nothing special about that sort of kiss. Even little children did that sort of kiss all the time. In fact, he kisses the twins like that all the time!
So I've been telling myself, yet while he held me in his arms, and his lips were pressed upon mine, with my body pinned to his own, I could not think straight, I could feel myself melt the longer he held me in his arms.
Thanks to Giovanni who came to announce the arrival of our designated driver. I fear J would have completely melted away had he not come in sooner.
If only I didn't have to drive to the party with him!
I mean we're in a limousine and it still feels too tight in here! I feel so hot I think I might lose my mind.
