Page 15 of Text Me A Kiss

“White’s easier to drink, but I like red just to sip.” Kitten held her hair back as she did just that with the glass in front of her. “Do you drink much?”

“Well…. Have you ever had coffee with Frangelico?”

Kitten’s laugh forced her to hold in a sip of wine with one hand. “No? I’ve never had a drink before noon, I think.”

“Coffee is an all-day affair,” I retorted good-spiritedly.

“Alright, alright!” Her hands raised, her face full of laughter, and her brown eyes sparkling…. fuck.

Kitten was everything I’d expected, hoped for, and dreamed about, but more. So, so much more.

And I wanted her. I wanted her badly, and in so many ways—but for now, contentment filled my entire being just sitting here, eating a meal and talking with a wonderful, unique woman.