The Perfection of Love Read Online Free
Author: J. L. Monro
date.”
“Oh.” Was all I could get out. I thought the date was going well. I actually had done a complete turn around in my thoughts and wanted to be on the date with him.
“I just wanted to spend some time with you alone and get to know you. I’ve got work in the morning and you’ve got classes. It’s 10:30pm and I need to turn in. Are you free next Saturday for another date?”
“Um, yeah. Ok. I’m working until 6pm but I could go out after 8pm. That gives me a chance to get home and get myself sorted.”
“Great. I’ll give you a call during the week to let you know what we’re doing.”
Mitchell dropped me back home and I turned to tell him that I’d had a really good time and thanked him. His gaze dropped to my lips and the butterflies that had disappeared during the date came back full force.
“Dana, do you mind if I kiss you?”
I couldn’t speak so I just nodded. Did I want him to kiss me? Clearly I did because I’d already nodded before the actual question had popped in my head. His eyes darkened and his palm came up to cup my cheek. He moved in with a painfully slow pace towards my lips and gently nipped my bottom lip before moving in fully. He licked the seam of my lips and he took advantage of my small gasp by pushing his tongue in past my lips. I got over my initial shyness and remembered that this was not my first time kissing a guy. Once I turned fourteen, I put all the practice that Saz, Mills and I had put in our knees and arms to good use. I mustered everything I’d learned and kissed Mitchell back. I heard him groan. Boosh! Take that! Mental fist pump. I broke the kiss first and gave him a look that I could only hope suggested that there was more where that came from and from the way his hands were twitching like he wanted to place them all over me, I’d succeeded. Mitchell made his way round to my side of the car and opened the door for me, offering his hand as I got out. I smiled at him and it was a genuine smile. I officially liked Mitchell….Hold on, I don’t even know his last name.
“Mitchell what’s your last name?”
“Grayson.”
I officially like Mitchell Grayson.
“Goodnight Mitchell.”
“Goodnight Dana.”
I walked to my door and opened it up, taking one last look back in Mitchell’s direction to find him watching me. No doubt the gentleman in him wanted to be sure that I got inside safely before he left. I closed the door, leant against it and sighed. I now understand why the ladies in the films sigh with such dramatic effect, because sometimes there are no words.
CHAPTER THREE
It seemed that on Monday after my date with Mitchell that Saz had a death wish. I hadn’t had a chance to catch her up on my date the night before so she had the decided the best way to try and plug me for information was to pass me notes in English. It took almost getting caught by Mr. Kennedy three times before she finally accepted that she was going to have to wait until lunch to get the details.
I’d barely got into my seat at lunch before Saz and Mills joined me. This time it was Mills that asked what happened.
“Come on, spill. I had Saz texting me nonstop last night and this morning asking if you had given me details. I want to know if your date was worth me not getting any sleep or peace.”
Mills was eating her customary salad with no sauce and an extra helping of celery while Saz and I had burgers and chips in front of us. She’d put down her carrot stick and was watching me intently. Clearly she’d picked up the ‘I will not stop staring at you until you answer me’ interrogation technique from Saz. I described the whole date to both of them. They both agreed that him stating the date was over after he’d got the information he wanted from me was weird, but the kiss at the end of the night more than compensated for that
“Oh.” Was all I could get out. I thought the date was going well. I actually had done a complete turn around in my thoughts and wanted to be on the date with him.
“I just wanted to spend some time with you alone and get to know you. I’ve got work in the morning and you’ve got classes. It’s 10:30pm and I need to turn in. Are you free next Saturday for another date?”
“Um, yeah. Ok. I’m working until 6pm but I could go out after 8pm. That gives me a chance to get home and get myself sorted.”
“Great. I’ll give you a call during the week to let you know what we’re doing.”
Mitchell dropped me back home and I turned to tell him that I’d had a really good time and thanked him. His gaze dropped to my lips and the butterflies that had disappeared during the date came back full force.
“Dana, do you mind if I kiss you?”
I couldn’t speak so I just nodded. Did I want him to kiss me? Clearly I did because I’d already nodded before the actual question had popped in my head. His eyes darkened and his palm came up to cup my cheek. He moved in with a painfully slow pace towards my lips and gently nipped my bottom lip before moving in fully. He licked the seam of my lips and he took advantage of my small gasp by pushing his tongue in past my lips. I got over my initial shyness and remembered that this was not my first time kissing a guy. Once I turned fourteen, I put all the practice that Saz, Mills and I had put in our knees and arms to good use. I mustered everything I’d learned and kissed Mitchell back. I heard him groan. Boosh! Take that! Mental fist pump. I broke the kiss first and gave him a look that I could only hope suggested that there was more where that came from and from the way his hands were twitching like he wanted to place them all over me, I’d succeeded. Mitchell made his way round to my side of the car and opened the door for me, offering his hand as I got out. I smiled at him and it was a genuine smile. I officially liked Mitchell….Hold on, I don’t even know his last name.
“Mitchell what’s your last name?”
“Grayson.”
I officially like Mitchell Grayson.
“Goodnight Mitchell.”
“Goodnight Dana.”
I walked to my door and opened it up, taking one last look back in Mitchell’s direction to find him watching me. No doubt the gentleman in him wanted to be sure that I got inside safely before he left. I closed the door, leant against it and sighed. I now understand why the ladies in the films sigh with such dramatic effect, because sometimes there are no words.
CHAPTER THREE
It seemed that on Monday after my date with Mitchell that Saz had a death wish. I hadn’t had a chance to catch her up on my date the night before so she had the decided the best way to try and plug me for information was to pass me notes in English. It took almost getting caught by Mr. Kennedy three times before she finally accepted that she was going to have to wait until lunch to get the details.
I’d barely got into my seat at lunch before Saz and Mills joined me. This time it was Mills that asked what happened.
“Come on, spill. I had Saz texting me nonstop last night and this morning asking if you had given me details. I want to know if your date was worth me not getting any sleep or peace.”
Mills was eating her customary salad with no sauce and an extra helping of celery while Saz and I had burgers and chips in front of us. She’d put down her carrot stick and was watching me intently. Clearly she’d picked up the ‘I will not stop staring at you until you answer me’ interrogation technique from Saz. I described the whole date to both of them. They both agreed that him stating the date was over after he’d got the information he wanted from me was weird, but the kiss at the end of the night more than compensated for that
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