davidfairest:
It wasnât comparable to his kiss with Emily. It couldnât be, because it didnât exist in a plane where it could be measured that way. It existed as a feeling of warmth in his chest and David imagined it felt like his heart was glowing or something ridiculous and cheesy and romantic like that. His thoughts snagged on Emily and it was almost enough to pull away, it almost felt wrong, but it was anger at first that kept him close to the princessâs lips, anger and then pure bliss. Emily couldâve had this if she wanted. Heâd given her ample opportunity and maybe when he told her about this later itâd make her jealous enough to realize he was what she always wanted. And if it didnât, that might be okay too, because if he had this kind of chemistry with Becca then it might be worth exploring their old friendship to see if it had any new tricks. The thought of an exciting new future made his stomach flip flop, and as she pulled away he wondered if he should comment on it, on this uncharted territory, but kissing was much nicer, and as she recaptured his lips, he decided to just for once let something happen. He had to pull away again after a few moments, though, almost dizzy from the high of it all. It occurred to him that he couldâve stood there forever kissing her, and so he had to go. âUntil we meet again,â he breathed unsteadily, smiling and leaning back in to plant one last quick kiss to her lips, one last moment, before departing. Leaving the night on a high was the best way to go, and his heart thumped excitedly, thinking of the robe and the essential oils and the absolute joy that was waiting for him at home where he could lay in comfort and play this night over and over again in his head.
Emily missed the feel of his lips against hers almost instantly. The kiss had brought warmth and excitement to an otherwise cool and uncertain evening, and as she watched him fade into the night, more uncertainty struck her. Had the kiss really been better than ones sheâd shared with David, or had she been so desperate to find someone new that it had been a trick of the night? Had he left because he hadnât felt the same way, or had he felt it, too, and simply beaten her to the punch of leaving on a high and leaving the other person wanting more? And the most important question, she thought as she hugged her arms around herself to keep warm, was... would she ever be able to figure out who he was so that she might see him again?Â













