My lungs are on fire as I gasp for air. I pump my feet faster and faster against the treadmill until it feels like they’re about to fall off. Then I punch the button, slowing it to half the speed.
As I ease to a walk, I rest my hands on my hips and catch my breath. Sweat drips down my face. My entire body is aching, but it’s exactly what I want—what I need. The discomfort is a distraction from what I actually want to be doing, which is kissing the hell out of Becca.
My mind drifts back to that night at her ice cream shop when we almost kissed. Even now her sweet and salty flavor dances on my tongue. God, she tasted amazing. And for the past two days, I’ve been wondering if her mouth tastes as good.
As soon as that thought takes hold in my head for the millionth time, I shove it away. Here I am, fantasizing about this sweetheart, like some deviant. I’ve had to up the frequency and intensity of my gym workouts to twice a day just to keep myself from thinking about her.
I check the time on my phone. It’s just past ten o’clock the night before I’m due to meet her at her ice cream shop and shoot more videos for TikTok. My stomach is one massive knot. As excited as I am to see her, I have no idea what the hell I should say.
Hey, Becca. How have you been? I haven’t been able to get the taste of your perfect skin out of my mouth, and I’ve been fantasizing about your lips and tongue nonstop for the past forty-eight hours. Wanna make out?
I scoff at myself and wipe the sweat from my face with my forearm. File that under “borderline creepy shit I should never say to Becca.”
But it’s the truth. I can’t get her out of my head. And if I’m being totally honest, I’ve been drawn to her from the moment I met her. That ice cream body shot and that almost kiss just amped things up. Becca is beautiful, funny, sweet, and sincere.Andsexy as fuck.
Just then my phone buzzes. I’m surprised when I see it’s a text from Becca.
Hey! So!! How are you??? Okay, um, I have a secret.
I chuckle softly to myself as I watch three gray dots appear, then disappear, then appear, then disappear again. Even when she texts, she’s freaking adorable.
Instead of waiting, I text her back.
Me:What’s your secret?
Becca:Okay…so here’s the thing…
Becca:I’ve been thinking about our kisssss
Becca:Oops sI meannnt kiss*
Becca:Ugh I’m not texting so well LOLLL
Becca:Err, um, almost kiss, I guess, since we didn’t actually kiss.
Becca:And the ice cream shot too. That was crazy hot, right? Like, super duper hot.
I’m grinning wide as I read her string of texts.
Me:I agree, it was crazy hot. And I’ve been thinking about that almost kiss too.
Becca:You have???
Me:Of course I have.
Becca:That’s good! Because I have an idea. What if when you come over tomorrow night, we kiss? Just to get it out of our systems.
I stop walking on the treadmill and almost fall off, I’m so shocked. I definitely wasn’t expecting sweet Becca to be so direct. My dick strains in my gym shorts. I really, really like it.
Me:I’d love to kiss you.
She sends back seven party emojis, and I laugh so hard, the guy on the treadmill next to me jolts and loses his balance. I mutter, “sorry” as I turn off the machine and head to the men’s locker room. I plop down on a bench and skim her reply.
Becca:This is fantastic! I’m so glad we could be adults about this. One kiss, get it out of our system, then get back to being filming buddies and friends.
A small sting hits me straight in the chest. It catches me totally off guard, until I realize what it is—the thought of only having one kiss with Becca.
Slow your roll, dude. You’re lucky she wants to kiss you even once. Don’t get greedy.
