He could honestly not remember the last time he’d kissed someone. That was sad, wasn’t it? He’d gotten close at Adrian’s wedding reception, having been paired with one of his mate’s Portuguese teammates, but Tony had recoiled at the last second and lied about having to go make a toast. What had he been so scared of, this was great. He’d missed this. Tony’s arms wrapped Drea up tight and close to him, enjoying not only her lips but the feel of her body pressed tightly to his. It was something he’d needed, been aching for, this contact from a female, it had been too long---
“Holy shit!” Tony jumped back, his arms feeling as if they’d been electrified. His hand went to cover his mouth, eyes wide as saucers. Holy---that was---not supposed to have happened! He should not have done that! Why had he done that! He was going to get fired! “Holy---I----am so sorry!”
Tony yelped, he couldn’t help the sound, he turned away, running a hand through his hair and hoping that no one had spotted him. Maybe he could blame it on the drinks of the night, the fireworks, the excitement, but he had definitely grabbed her much fiercer than a New Year’s kiss should be grabbed. That was---so---rude of him. Jumping back to face her, Tony put out his hands in a pleading manner.
“Drea, I am so sorry, I have no idea why I did that, not that---I’m sorry!”
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