On the drive home, Adam glances at me several times, clearly wanting to talk about what’s happened.
But I can barely look up from the door latch.
Exactly six pain-filled minutes later, he pulls over at the corner of my street and puts the car in park. “Do you hate me?” he asks.
“More like I hate myself.”
“Yeah.” He sighs. “Kissing me tends to have that effect on women.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, still trying to make light of the situation. “It’s my fault. It won’t happen again.”
“I let it happen.”
“Yes, but only because you couldn’t help yourself. I must admit, I’m far too irresistible for my own good.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.” I can’t help but smile.

Autor: Laurie Faria Stolarz

On the drive home, Adam glances at me several times, clearly wanting to talk about what’s happened.<br />But I can barely look up from the door latch.<br />Exactly six pain-filled minutes later, he pulls over at the corner of my street and puts the car in park. “Do you hate me?” he asks.<br />“More like I hate myself.”<br />“Yeah.” He sighs. “Kissing me tends to have that effect on women.”<br />“That’s not what I meant.”<br />“Don’t worry about it,” he says, still trying to make light of the situation. “It’s my fault. It won’t happen again.”<br />“I <i>let</i> it happen.”<br />“Yes, but only because you couldn’t help yourself. I must admit, I’m far too irresistible for my own good.”<br />“I wouldn’t go that far.” I can’t help but smile. - Laurie Faria Stolarz




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