The last thing I expected was for you to ask me to come over; it conjured up a cocktail of emotions and thoughts.

"If I go over, I'll kiss you. If I kiss you, we'll end up kissing on the couch, and if we end up kissing on the couch, then chances are we'll kiss in the bedroom. And if we kiss in the bedroom then— you know that's the part I always rush into." I shook my head to rid myself of the very vivid scenario I was envisioning, feeling heat creep up my neck. I don't want to rush into spending a night with you just yet, but if we do, I'm not going to stop.