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asking Declan to come up and continue our date. My turn to show him how much I want him.
    “You’re awfully quiet. What’re you thinking about, huh?” Declan’s free hand tips my chin up so my eyes meet his.
    I’m almost positive that all of my secret intentions spill out through my dilated, fiery gaze, so I lower my eyes, taking in how perfectly my hand fits inside his.
    “I’m thinking about what a great time I had and how I don’t want it to end just yet. It’s still kind of early. Want to watch a movie back at the dorms?” Step one: get him in the room. Step two, and all the rest, will come later.
    “I’d love that. But I kind of want to take care of something first.” He drops my hand from his, leaving it cold and lonely without his fingers wrapped around mine.
    I look up into his eyes; the blue glistens with tiny gold specks illuminated by the street lamps. They’re not focused on mine; they’re paying very close attention to my mouth. I lick my lips, as if to extinguish the flames that his scorching stare has ignited.
    He leans forward. This is it! But instead he takes a few strands of my hair, playing with them, flipping them through his fingers. Come on! You can’t come that close just to touch my hair, you tease. I want to move in and take matters into my own hands, but I also want Declan to possess control of our first kiss. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of the way it feels to watch a guy lean in and tilt his head, the anticipation of his lips melding to mine for the very first time. The thought of watching Declan do this sends thrilling tingles fluttering through my stomach.
    But he hasn’t taken the usual stance a guy takes before going in for the kill. He’s backing away, hesitant, almost nervous even. I take a step closer. Maybe he needs help, or more proof that what I want more than anything is to be kissed. By him.
    He doesn’t lean down and tilt his head; he brings his hands up to my face, his thumbs caressing my blush burned cheeks. I close my eyes to savor the smooth, amorous touch, taking it all in, and then I finally feel the connection of his lips on mine.
    They’re soft and just moist enough to make me want more. His tongue pokes through my puckered pout, forcing a slow, delicious entrance. I part my lips to give into his sweet intrusion, and his tongue explores my mouth with slow circles and flicks. He pulls back, grazing the tip of my tongue ever so slightly with his own. That’s when I can’t control it anymore.
    My hands reach up to bury themselves in his hair and I deepen the kiss by pulling him closer. My tongue caresses his with a building hunger. I pause from the stroking to trail my tongue across his top lip. In response he nibbles my lower lip with his teeth before capturing it with a subtle suck. This is hands down the best first kiss I have ever had. Ever!
    We go on like this for what seems like hours under the ashy moonlight and shallow thumping of the music we left behind, alternating between slow, tender pecks and more intense groping. The sound of the bus pulling up at the curb is what finally breaks us away from each other.
    “Wow!” He says to me, wiping away the remains of my lipstick from my mouth with his thumb.
    “Wow is an understatement. Incredibly, breathtakingly awesome is more like it.”
     

     
    Back in my dorm room, we can’t keep our hands off each other. So much for that movie. It never even made it into the DVD player. But it looks like my plan to have my way with Declan is working. I’m so glad Whitney is spending the night at her boyfriend’s apartment. No room for interruptions tonight.
    “Mia. Wait. Stop.”
    Declan’s hands are in my hair, his lips still trailing kisses on my neck. No, don’t stop that.
    “What? What’s the matter?” I say, panting, trying to unbutton his jeans.
    “It’s our first date. There’s plenty of time for…for our first time.”
    I’m starting to wonder if his choice of song was the right