Yeah?” I croak like my
throat is giving birth to a deranged frog.
“ I like you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, reach out, and
pinch.
“ Ow,” he says, rubbing the
leg that’s pressed with mine.
“ Sorry.” I laugh. “I
thought that was me.”
“ Why would you pinch
yourself?” he says through a chuckle.
“ Because I really like you.
And I just wanted to make sure I heard you right, or if I’d run out
of oxygen and passed out and started dreaming—”
Warm, moist lips graze my mouth and
stop me mid-sentence. Breath catches in my throat, and Nate’s
forehead comes down on mine while his mouth retreats.
“ Sorry, I—”
What? No sorries. That was the most
amazing kiss I’ve had… and it was only like, half a
second.
I yank on the back of his head,
stumbling a bit because it’s dark and I have no aim, but our lips
mesh into a groove. Fire scorches my neck and cheeks, and my heart
gets its workout. His hands tentatively touch my waist, and I slide
my arms around his neck, pressing my chest flat against his. He’s
warm like summer in California, and he kisses like his whole soul
is wrapped up in his lips, and he’s sharing it with me.
It’s better than I imagined—and I
imagined it a lot. Tucked away in a corner at school. On the track
during gym class. In his car. On the street by my house. In a fancy
restaurant. During dance class. In the cafeteria. Everywhere,
really. But not a single one of those fantasies measure up to the
actual real life thing—trapped inside a magic box right after he
said the words “I like you.”
I really hope Lexie takes the long way
here.
Chapter 8
I’m happy Kaylee pinched
me because if she didn’t I’d also think this was a dream. Her lips
are like two perfect cushions pressing against mine. And her
tongue. My. God .
The things she’s doing must be illegal in some
countries.
We can’t possibly get any closer, but
I feel the need to try so I shift toward her. My elbow goes right
into her boob. Her lips leave mine, the cutest squeal comes from
her throat, and her neck is mere centimeters from my mouth, so I
close the gap and trail a path along her skin.
Her hands tighten on my shoulders and
instead of a squeal, a moan tumbles out. I run my fingers up the
back of her head and pull her lips back to mine.
I hear noise outside, but I ignore it.
All I care about is Kaylee and how she’s making me feel. How much
I’ve wanted this and how I never thought a girl like her would go
for a guy like me. I’d be a fool to let go now.
The darkness fades and light consumes
me. What is this girl doing to me?
“ I knew it! You owe me five
bucks,” Lexie’s words penetrate my happy circle. “And uh guys, can
you stop making out now? You have an audience if you haven’t
noticed.”
I pull away from Kaylee and blink my
eyes open. Lexie and Ryan stand across from us. Lexie’s hands rest
on her hips. Her purple painted nails, drumming against her jeans.
Ryan nods at me with that smirk of his, and I know in his head he’s
saying “Yeah boy!”
Kaylee doesn’t skip a beat, untangling
our limbs and jumping out. “Lexie, I told you to take your time,”
she says and tosses a messy braid over her shoulder.
Lexie shakes her head. “You texted me
over an hour ago. I had to wait for Ryan to pick me up and he was
helping Pop-pop with a tranny.”
Kaylee turns her head toward me with a
giant blush and damn if that doesn’t just set me ablaze
again.
Ryan motions for me to step out, and I
hope to god things are all cool in the crotch region. The last
thing I want is Kaylee to see me at full mast. I step out and shove
my hands in my pockets pulling the material away from my body.
“Thanks for rescuing us,” I say.
“ By the looks of things you
didn’t need any rescuing,” Ryan says, and smacks my back then
dangles his hand in disgust. “Dude, you’re sweating.”
“ Things got a little hot in
there,” Kaylee says, and bounces up to kiss my cheek.
“ Yeah.