“I think we should go on a date tomorrow.” My worries dissipate under the warmth in my chest, and I can’t help the smile that kicks up my mouth. “Oh yeah?” Her lips curve, and I’m distracted by them. I remember exactly how they tasted, how they felt, how they responded under mine. I want to close the distance between us and try it again, to see if kissing her a third time would live up to the memory of the first two.
