Aston dug out his wallet and waved me away when I tried to pay. I gave in easily. “I really had a good time,” I said, looking down at my purse. “So did I. Really.” Aston took one step closer. I felt as if he was trying to bait my gaze upward. I stayed firm and studied the ground. He came in closer, moving tacitly and confidently. I didn’t move away, but I wanted to. Now that he was close, too close, he leaned toward me and bent down a bit, invading my space. But I still didn’t take a step back. He was so close to me that his heated, exhaled breath mingled with mine. I held my breath so it wouldn’t happen again. Step away, I commanded myself. He flicked his eyes over my lips. I clenched my teeth. Oh my God, he’s going to kiss me. Move away, Kika. But there it was; the same desire from earlier in the night cracked through me and surfaced again: I want him to kiss me.
