For my final post tonight, I’m going to share an excerpt of Tommy and Deirdre’s first kiss. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for spending this party day with us. Have a fabulous Mother’s Day tomorrow.
“Would you like to go out tomorrow? After you sleep in.”
“Um . . .”
“I was planning on going to the Art Institute anyway. I thought you might like it.”
In truth, she was interested. Last time she’d been in town, she’d done little of what Chicago had to offer. “Maybe?”
As soon as she said the word, she realized how awful it sounded. As if she might get a better offer.
“I mean, I don’t know if Aunt Eileen needs me for anything, and I’m not sure how late I’ll sleep. Right now, I feel like I could be knocked out for two days.”
He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a tiny notepad. He scribbled with a pencil he found on the console between their seats. “Here’s my number. Call me when you’re awake. I’ll wait for you.”
Tommy got out of the car and raced around to her door. He opened it before she had a chance to tuck the number into her pocket.
“Thank you again for the lift.”
“I’ll walk you up to the door.”
She shook her head. “You O’Malleys are an odd bunch.”
“Tell me about it.”
She let him walk her to the door. Her stomach tumbled with nerves and exhaustion. She liked this man and because of that she should avoid him, but she didn’t want to. Last time they’d stood on this porch, she’d invited him to visit her at the pub, and now here they were.
She stuck her key in the lock. “I’ll phone when I’m conscious.”
They stood for a moment, toe to toe, staring into each other’s eyes. Tommy slowly wetted his lips. She knew she should move back, go through the door, but her body was sluggish and she couldn’t convince it to move. He stepped closer and paused, as if waiting for her to stop him.
But she didn’t and he didn’t ask further permission.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She tasted a hint of beer on his tongue as it caressed its way into her mouth. Deirdre stood stock-still, her breath caught in her lungs because her body had failed her.
Her mind puddled into nothing and her blood warmed through her whole body. Tommy’s hands on her back were the only things keeping her upright because her legs had surely gone boneless.
His kiss became more fervent and they were pressed together, leaning on the front door. Sounds she didn’t recognize murmured between them.
Then Tommy pulled away.
“Christ, that was hot,” he whispered, his breath still brushing her lips.
Had she participated in that kiss? She must’ve. She wasn’t drunk. And her body instinctively warned her that she’d enjoyed it.
“I know I should apologize for kissing you, but I try hard not to lie. I’m not sorry. And by the look in your eyes, you’re not either.”
Air resumed its path into and out of her body at a much quicker pace than normal. Was she sorry? Looking in Tommy’s eyes, she didn’t believe she was.
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