When I Was Yours(21)

“I’m glad you like it.” I look away, the moment almost too much for me.

I’m feeling too much, too soon.

“Do you have your sketchpad with you?” he asks.

“Yeah. I carry it everywhere with me. Kind of sad really.”

“Not at all. If I could carry my surfboard everywhere with me, I would.”

“You really love surfing.”

“Yeah,” he breathes the word out. Then, his eyes meet back with mine.

“I thought maybe you might want to sketch out here after dinner, which we should eat before it gets cold.” He opens the pizza box.

“Are you going to watch me sketch?”

His lips tug up at the corners.

“I can look away while you do it, if you want?”

“No.” I smile. “I kind of like it when you watch me draw.”

Our eyes meet again.

“Me, too.”




Adam pulls up outside my apartment building and turns the engine off, plunging us into darkness, except for the low light of the streetlamps.

We were out for hours up at Point Dume. After we ate, I drew for a while, doing a sketch of the view, and Adam watched, asking me questions as I drew.

It was perfect.

Then, we went for a walk until darkness forced us back to the car.

Now that he’s driven me home, our date is over. I’m just reluctant to leave him. I’ve never had such a great time as I’ve had with him.

I turn in my seat to face him. “Thanks for a wonderful afternoon slash evening. And for the ride home.”

“Thank you for saying yes to going out with me.”

“I was always going to.” I smile, resting my head against the seat.

“Oh, I know.”

“Cocky.” I laugh.

“Nah. I’m just irresistible.”

That he is.

“Are you going to let me pay you for this drawing?”

He’s referring to the sketch I did of the view from Point Dume.

“No, because that would be beyond weird—you giving me money while we’re out on a date.”

“Good point.” He chuckles. “Well, thank you for the drawing. It’ll look great next to my other one.”

I get my bag from the car floor, my rose in my hand. I’ve hardly put it down all night. “I should get inside.” I reach for the door handle.

“I’ll walk you to your apartment.”

I almost sigh a breath of relief because my time with him isn’t quite over yet.

We climb out of his car at the same time, and he meets me at my side.

We start the walk to my apartment, side by side, and I feel his hand brush against mine. Then, his little finger hooks onto mine until he has worked his fingers into mine, and he’s holding my hand.

The sizzling sensation from his touch on my skin is indescribable.

My heart is going nuts, and my breathing is out of control.

“Well, this is me,” I say as we reach my front door.

Reluctantly I let go of his hand. I get my key out of my bag and turn to face him.

He’s a lot closer than I expected. We’re literally standing an inch apart.

I can feel the heat of his body, and he smells so good, like the ocean and something so uniquely him.

I look up into his face. He’s already staring down at me. And the way he’s looking at me…it’s like need and desire and a whole other bunch of stuff I can’t even begin to explain. It makes my toes curl, and my own need unfurls inside of me.

His hand comes to my face. His thumb brushes over my skin and grazes the edge of my lips, making me shiver.

I have never felt anything like this before, the way I feel with him right now.

I’m pretty sure he’s going to kiss me. God, I hope so.

“You said if I wanted to see you again, I should ask you at the end of our date.” His voice is rough and deep in the silence. “It’s the end of our date, so I’m asking. Spend the day with me tomorrow. Go surfing with me.”

“Yes.”

A smile lifts the corner of his lips. “Yes?”

“Yes.” I grin.

His eyes flicker down to my mouth. Something hot and dark enters his gaze, making my mouth go dry.

I swallow. Then, I lick my lips.

His eyes flare and lift to mine. Desire is burning wildly in his eyes, in the heated silence.

Need shoots down the length of my spine.

I have never wanted a guy to kiss me as much as I want Adam to.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispers.

Thank God.

All I can do is nod. I’m struggling to breathe, so speaking isn’t even an option.

He lowers his head to mine, and then his mouth is on mine…and—

Oh my God.

It’s not that I’ve kissed a lot of guys because I haven’t, but the feel of Adam’s lips on mine…is perfection.

He tastes like pizza and mints. It’s a weird combination when you think about it, but it works on him. But then again, anything works on him.

His other hand comes up, holding the nape of my neck his fingers push up into my hair.

I can’t think or breathe. I can only feel his mouth on mine, and I never want it to end.

I part my lips on a sound of need, my hands sliding up his chest. His tongue gently sweeps over mine. Then, he sucks on my lower lip, and he’s pulling back, far too quickly for my liking.