8
Your cab is waiting, but I can't let you go. Not yet. Your lips feel too good against mine and so does the way you feel in my arms.
Perfect.
"I wasn't planning on kissing you." You laugh when we finally come up for air.
"Then why did you tackle me in the middle of the sidewalk?"
"I figured if we're going to see each other again that we should probably exchange phone numbers." You shrug and hold up an ink pen. "I mean, I could always ask Kate, but I think we should give her the same vague treatment she gave us, yeah?"
"I definitely agree. Payback is a bitch."
"So is karma. I'm sure your best friend could use a little dose of both."
I chuckle when you grab my hand and write your digits on my palm. It's very old school.
"The ball is in your court, Mr. Masen," you tell me, walking backward. "Don't leave me hanging."
You collide with a teenager focused on his cell phone, and your face turns bright red as you stumble through apologies, stopping when you catch me still watching you. "That was supposed to be all suave," you call.
"I'll call you, Bella." I chuckle.
You wave and jump into the cab, and I wait for it to zoom off. I put your number in my phone as I walk and wait for the valet to retrieve my car for the second time tonight. I tip him well for his troubles.
It's like my fingers have a mind of their own when they press call.
"Damn, I knew I left an impression, but that was quick."
"Can I take you out to dinner on Saturday?"
"Let me check my schedule. I'm a very busy woman, Mr. Masen."
"Are you ever going to call me Edward again?"
You hum thoughtfully. "We'll see. Aha, looks like I had a last-minute cancellation on Saturday, so I'm free."
"You're a nerd. I'll call you before Saturday to make plans. Bye, Bella."
"Bye, handsome."