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“You should stop by sometime. I’ll give you the grand tour,” I offered, feeling a bit more confident now that the conversation was flowing so easily.
“I might just take you up on that,” Casey replied with a playful grin.
Our food arrived—sandwiches and a side of fries—and we continued talking, the conversation shifting from our jobs to our favorite books, movies, and music.
It was easy, natural, and I found myself more and more drawn to Casey with every passing moment.
Benny, having grown bored of his surroundings, climbed onto my lap, curling up contentedly.
I absentmindedly stroked his fur as I listened to Casey talk about his favorite band.
The little dachshund seemed to approve of our date, and that made me smile. After we finished eating, I offered to walk Casey to his car.
It wasn’t far, just a short stroll back through the park, but it gave us a few more minutes together.
As we reached Casey’s car, I felt a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling up inside me.
I didn’t want the day to end, but I also knew I had to make a move or I might regret it.
“Thanks for today, Sawyer. I had a really good time,” Casey said.
He leaned against the car and looked up at me with those warm, brown eyes that had me feeling all kinds of ways.
“I’m glad you did,” I replied, stepping a little closer. “I did too.”
For a moment, we just stood there, the air between us charged with an unspoken tension.
My heart raced, and I knew this was the moment. I leaned in slowly, giving Casey a chance to pull away if he wanted to. But he didn’t move.
He just closed his eyes and tilted his head up slightly, inviting the kiss.
When our lips finally met, it was like a spark ignited between us.
My hand found its way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.
It wasn’t just a simple peck on the lips; it was a passionate, hungry.
Casey responded eagerly, his hands resting on my chest, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt.
When we finally pulled back, both of us were a little breathless.
I kept my hand on the back of his neck, my thumb gently brushing against the soft skin there.
“So, does this mean you’ll go out with me again?” I asked, my voice low and a bit husky.
Casey smiled, his eyes still half-lidded from the kiss.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” Casey said.
I grinned, feeling a surge of happiness. “How about dinner next time?” I asked.
“Sounds perfect,” he agreed.
We exchanged one last, lingering kiss before reluctantly pulling apart.
I watched as Casey got into his car, waving as he drove off. As his car disappeared down the road, I couldn’t help but smile.
Benny barked up at me, as if asking if we were done. I laughed, scooping the little dachshund up into my arms.