Page 79 of Next Time We'll Fall

“You can be honest.”

“I don’t love the idea of you going on dates with other men, especially August Pitt. I don’t like the thought of you kissing someone else. I don’t like the thought of you possibly falling for someone else.”

“What if I told you I was just doing it for the money? What if I told you that I had no interest in actually being with him?”

“Then it would make it better. But would you be able to guarantee that nothing would happen?”

She stares at me and shakes her head. “No, I don’t know that I’d be able to guarantee that. What I didn’t realize before this is that it’s not actually an organic show. They’re scripting everything. So, if they tell him to kiss me, I feel like he would, and I don’t know that I would be able to say no, but I’d give him my cheek.”

I take a couple of deep breaths. “So, you’d let him kiss you?”

“But I wouldn’t want him to.”

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

“You already know the answer to that.”

I lean forward and press my lips against hers. She kisses me back softly, and we just lie there, lips pressed together, but not doing anything else.

I pull away from the chaste kiss and run my fingers through my hair.

“I can’t tell you not to be in the show. This is our first date after all, but I can tell you that I like you, and I want to continue taking you on dates, and I don’t want you to make any silly decisions.”

“And I won’t,” she says, grabbing me behind the neck and pulling me into her. “I won’t do this to August Pitt,” she says as she presses her lips against mine, and I feel her tongue slip into my mouth.

She runs her fingers down my biceps and squeezes, and then I feel her hand slipping down the front of my pants and squeezing. My cock twitches, and she giggles against my lips.

“I hope you won’t do that to him.”

“I won’t,” she says, licking her lips. “This has been a really nice night. Thank you.”

“Thank you for agreeing to go on a date with me. Do you think you’d like to do it again?” I ask her.

“Yeah, I think I would.”

“What about another date tonight?”

“What do you mean, another date tonight?” She laughs loudly. “It’s almost bedtime.”

“What about a date back? In my apartment.”

“I thought you said you weren’t ready to have sex yet, but as you so recently reminded me, we’ve already had oral sex, so would it be so bad if we did it again?”

“Are you telling me you want to go down on me?”

“Mr. Bishop.” Her eyes twinkle in the night sky.

“Or are you telling me that you want me to go down on you?”

“I mean, I would never tell you I didn’t want that.”

She bites down on her lower lip and presses her lips onto mine again. I feel her hand slowly undoing my buckle and sliding my zipper down. My heart races as I look at her.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think?” she says.

As she slowly shimmies down and pulls my pants down, my cock twitches as she slips her fingers through the gap in the front of my boxers. Her cold fingers touch my hardness, and I tremble slightly.