Little kitten

When my adrill arrived, I let him wait a heartbeat before inviting him inside. “You look nervous,” I teased, taking his hand.
“Only because you’re even more gorgeous in person.”
I smiled and guided him closer. “Then slow down. We have all evening.”
He asked before kissing me. His gentleness surprised me; my answer surprised him more. For a moment, neither of us remembered the music playing behind us. Then I drew him toward the sofa, delighted to discover that beneath his shyness was someone who could make me laugh.