~°~Chapter Thirty-three~°~

I'd have never have called myself a 'panic gay' but right now… I'm panicking!

Dale slips his hand from the side of my face to tangle in the strands of my hair and pulls my head back, his other arm still has a firm grip around my waist.

"I'll take your silence as a yes but next time." His hand tightens in my hair at this. "I'll hear your choice, I'm not patient enough now." He murmurs, placing his forehead against mine.

I close my eyes,'Next time? There was going to be a next time??!'

 I want this but I can't help feeling guilty which is ridiculous because while Dale is practically saying he wants me, Virgil doesn't even act like he's anything but platonically interested in me.

"Pretty." He breaths against my face and my breath hitches.

The kiss this time is more shocking even though it's expected, the first time was just a gentle joining of lips but this is…

Intense.

Is the one word that falls into my thoughts, curse paperback romances.

His arms tighten considerably against me as his lips crash into mine, as it was with the first time, I stiffen because I don't know what to do.

Am I supposed to slant my head? And what am I supposed to do with my lips? What about my hands?

"Just relax." He murmurs against my lips and my breath hitches, again - I don't think that's what he wanted to happen when he told me to relax.

My eyes are still tightly shut because if without visual I feel like I'm going to combust then what would happen if I'm also staring at Dale's hot as hell face?

At least they stay shut until his open mouth comes into play, he swipes a hot tongue across my closed lips and my eyes fly open with a loud gasp in its wake.

His tongue slides into my mouth and I throw my hands around his neck because just then I suddenly feel like I'm going to go over, which is ridiculous with how tight Dale is holding me but his tongue in my mouth makes me feel light-headed so it's just reflex.

Strangely when I think about my first kiss, I never imagined that I could possibly die from it.

There's tingling all over my body, at the point where our lips are touching and Dale is mapping out every inch of my mouth, at my nape where he keeps tugging on the soft hair there and around my waist where his hand has greedily pushed up my fancy sweater to get at the skin underneath.

I break away first and collapse on him, trying to catch my breath and hiding my face in his neck, I'm so red that I must look sick like I'm running a temperature.

It's hard enough to breathe with my mouth when Dale is staring down at me with those pale, heated eyes, imagine how harder it becomes when my very breath is being kissed out of me.

His warm mouth ghosts across the side of my neck and I shudder, Dale better not be thinking of doing what I think he's about to do.

My neck is ridiculously sensitive and I'd die if I moaned in front of Dale, talk about your life ending moments. So getting a hickey would be a death sentence.

Too late, he's already bringing his head even lower, the hand on my nape moving my head to the side for easy access.

"Dal…" I try to warn him but apparently I didn't miscalculate when I said it was too late.

If you asked me what I had expected, I'd have said a light kiss first, then maybe he'd start to suck on it but even a light kiss was enough to turn me into a pile of noisy and embarrassing sounds.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

His sharp teeth sink gently into the curve of my neck and stars explode behind my eyes, I hear high pitched screaming from a distance... is that me?

My hands tighten around Dale's neck and he instantly distances himself from my neck - thank all the things that be - moving instead to my face which he peppers with kisses and small hums to help calm down the intense shaking that overwhelms me.

What the hell was that?

What the hell is happening?

Who the fuck gives hickeys with actual bites??

Eventually, I calm down but we stay like this for a while. Dale is content to just hold me and pet my hair and I'm not complaining about the comfortable position.

I hope we aren't going anywhere else today because I'm exhausted, I just want to go home take a long ass shower, and flop on my bed, preferably alone.

If I thought my date with Virgil was crazy and mind-blowing, it couldn't have prepared me for Dale's rollercoaster of a date.