When it is time to go home

After our meal we continued to chat for a while longer. I needed to visit the cloakroom, whilst I was gone he paid the bill (I am sure Dani will be pleased about this). Shortly after this we each donned our leather jackets and walked back to his car. Again we chatted all the way back as he drove along different roads from our outward journey. These roads were more familiar to me. I can't begin to tell you what we talked about as I honestly can't remember. I do remember a wish not to get home too quickly. I remember willing him to touch me or at least kiss me.



All too soon we had arrived back at my road. He pulled into the layby next to my car. He told me he had had a lovely time and we should do this again.



Dissapointed I am sure that reading between the lines he is saying he would like us to be friends.



Before I open the door he unfastens his seatbelt and leans over to give me a chaste kiss on the lips. Mmmm that was nice but I want so much more. He leans in again for a second slightly longer kiss which I make the most of ensuring that he is not left in any doubt that kissing me was the right thing to do. He has nice soft warm lips, it was a very nice kiss. I am wondering now if things would have been better if I had kissed him on the lips as he greeted me earlier.



We say good night and I climb out of his car, as I do so he tells me that he liked the red and black colour scheme of my outfit....... (of course I knew that as he had told me 2 weeks ago that red and black are his favourite colours).



I began to stumble away from him as the sudden rush of cold air mixed with the amount of red wine that I am not used to, took effect all at once. He leant out of his window asking if I was alright. I was almost tempted to walk over and kiss him through the window. I could also have asked him to escort me along the footpath back to my home. I did neither, telling him I would be fine I set off away from him.