A Taste of Spring novel Chapter 32

DEZMOND

Dez handed the waitress his menu then watched her walk away. He relaxed in his chair as he turned his attention to Spring. She surprised him when she agreed to go to lunch with him even though he showed up unannounced at her job. But the kiss she greeted him with surprised him more.

"So," he fingered the condensation on his glass, "you like kissing."

Spring's head whipped up so fast he was certain she would feel an ache later. Her eyes fluttered and she looked away. It was such an innocent response to such a bold act. (A delightful mystery, Spring is.)

"I'm sorry about that. It seems I keep..."

"Keep what?"

Spring looked down at something, maybe her napkin, but Dez waited for her response. He sat forward.

Spring covered her face with her hand then sighed. "Honestly, I have no real excuse. I am sorry."

Dez waved his hand dismissively. "Don't be. I enjoy kissing you. I hope to do it often...but that depends, I suppose."

"On?" she asked.

Dez relaxed back in his seat. He could see the concern in her eyes so he didn't make her wait for his response. But he wanted to. "On if you want to continue the 'No personal info' clause. I like you, Spring. I want to see more of you, get to know you. Will you allow me to know you?"

He watched as she seemed to go over what he said in her head. She looked away a few times but when it seemed as if she came to some kind of resolution, Spring looked at him. He waited about as long as the suspense lover in him wanted to make her wait earlier, but clearly, he wasn't holding the cards in this relationship. He rarely held the cards.