Longing
First off: Just pull me close and kiss me hard.
And dear God in heaven, please oh please keep speaking to me in Spanish.
I might be oh-so-slightly playing up the fact that I’m rusty, but hey, you offered to “tutor” me, and I am not going to say no.
Blurb in 50
He towered over me, mouth quirking in a grin. ”I’ve never met a girl who just likes to be touched*.”
I stood, smiling, and held out my hand. ”Nice to meet you.”
His hand curled warmly around mine, sparks shooting up my elbow as his eyes crinkled with shared laughter and promises.
*(”love language.” as opposed to “buying stuff,” etc.)
