Her eyes looked longingly into mine. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman look at me in such a way. I wondered if she wanted me or the burrito.
“Then our lips finally meet.”
Her face was an inch from mine. Were we going to kiss? Were we going to have sex on top of a sub?
“And the burrito will still be kind of cold in the middle,” she said. Our lips almost touching.
“But we can’t tell,” she said. “The heat from our mouths. Our tongues.”
I felt like I was going to explode. Was she really going to talk me into doing this?
“Our mouths heat it up as the middle of the burrito goes back and forth between us.”
She kissed me.
And I don’t want this to seem like a big deal. But I came. Right then and there. In my pants. Nothing touching me. Just her voice talking about Lady and Tramping a frozen burrito.
There wasn’t a second date.