Mr Proud And Mrs Insensitive – Chapter 28

MR. Proud And Mrs. Insensitive

Husband and wife

A romance novel written by : Pamela James

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Chapter 28

Micheal’s p.o.v

“Okay… never have
I ever…” I think, wondering what she could have possibly have done that I haven’t.

“… had my first kiss after seventeen.”

She just sits there with that cheeky grin she had had on all night.

“Really? I’m surprised.”

“Am I not kissable?!” She gasps.

“No, I mean, I feel like you should be the kind of girl to wait to kiss a guy until you had been dating for months.”

“Is there something wrong with that?”

“No, just something I thought you might have done. You are picky in a good way.”

“Am I? Well, my first kiss was in junior secondary school, class three, to Andrew Mathias.”

“That is young!”

“He was cute!”

“Really? Where is this Mathias guy now?”

“Divorced and working at a bank, last time I checked.”

“Well, when you are kissing girls from a young age that can happen.” I joke and laugh while she joins.

“What about you?”

“Sixteen. Was at a party with a girl who dropped out of school two weeks later.”

“Did you give her herpes? – No, did you give her herpes so bad that she had to drop out of school? You have to let me know… that is important information.” She jokes.

“Yes, I gave her herpes so bad that she had to drop out of school.” I joke and cackle.

“Jeez, remind me never to go down that road.”

“Pretty sure you are going down that road. ‘You may now kiss the bride’ – are we just going to air kiss each other?”

“Was that not the plan initially?” She laughs.

I can tell that we were both feeling pretty good, but another wave of fogginess falls over me once again to ensure it.

“I got really lucky…” I admit, slurring a little.

“Lucky?” She perks up.

“I’m marrying you… of all people… I mean… I’m being arranged to be married to someone like you… that’s-that’s pretty lucky…” I not even fully aware of why I’m telling her this anymore but I have already started so I won’t stop.

Her face melts into something that I can’t quite read.

It looks warm and happy but there is something else behind it.

“I’m lucky too…” she smiles, clearly a little dazed with her eyes dropping slightly.

“I think-I’m done.” I admit, sliding my glass to the other side of the bar.

“Oh, come on, we are not done!” She whines while I hop down from the bar.

“No, if I don’t get down soon, I won’t be able to walk home.” I hold out my hand to help her down from the bar stool and she takes it before hopping down.

We pay and then head outside but I stop her from going any further when I see that it’s pouring rain.

“Well… crap…” I laugh.

“What do we do now?”

“Get into the back of the car and we will wait until it stops.” I say, unlocking my car that we parked just a little bit down the street.

“Run!” I yell, causing Amanda to squeal as she runs through the rain the best that she can.

The drops pelt down in big globs, soaking us almost immediately.

We make it to the car and I open the door to let her in before she jumps in and I run around to the other side to jump in myself.

Both out of breath from running, we just sit and look at each other before bursting into laughter again.

“Oh my god, we made it!” She laughs.

“We are soaked but we made it.”

As she giggles to herself, her wet hair sticks to her face and her mascara runs slightly.

Her dress sticks her her skin.

Even soaked from the rain, she looks perfect.

“How do you stay so perfect like that?” I blurt, thinking out loud.

She turns to me slightly confused but in the best way.

“You are still so beautiful… even after all of the rain.”

Something about that comment causes her to grow silent and just look from my eyes to my lips and then back up again.

If I don’t kiss her now, I never will.

I slide over a seat and lean in close to her, our faces just inches apart.

I can feel her breath against my mouth as we get closer.

I look into her eyes, pulling a stray wet hair out of her face and tuck my hand around to the back of her neck.

Then, we both lean in a little further, pressing our lips together, just grazing at first but then I kiss her deeply.

Her soft lips feel amazing against mine, I want nothing more than to be allowed to feel this again for the rest of my life.

But then, I feel her pull away and I let go.

“Micheal…”

I can see she is upset, but I can’t tell what was wrong.

“… I-I can’t…”

Tbc