A Stranger's Kiss
CHAPTER 1: Can I borrow your lips?
Crap! He's here… I turned to my left and was met with the most brilliant pair of green eyes—"I'm sorry!" I said and pressed my lips to his. He didn't respond at first, most likely shocked. Then he got more animated and into the kiss, his lips were in sync with mine. I looked to see if Mike was coming, My lips still on this stranger's. He wasn't. I leaned back and took a deep breath.
"I'm Edward." The beautiful man said. I took the time to fully appreciate him; he had nice toned arms, a sharp chiseled jaw, sparkling green eyes, and messy copper hair. He was gorgeous.
"And you are…"
I blushed wildly, "I'm Bella."
"Such a perfect name, for such a beautiful woman." He grinned.
"If had a dime for every time I heard that one." I muttered, grimacing at his clichéd cheesiness.
"Not too modest are you?"
"I didn't mean clichéd as in people call me beautiful all the time—"I blushed again probably making up a new shade of red.
"I know, beautiful." He smirked, "Want a drink?"
Before I could answer he grabbed my hand was pulling me towards the bar.
"I didn't say 'yes'", I grumbled.
"I didn't say you could kiss me either."
I felt my face flood with blood, "Technically, I didn't ask you."
We were at the bar now.
"Sexual harassment."
"You weren't complaining."
"No," He mumbled. "I wasn't."