I glance at Sarah, realizing that I’ve been checking Sky out right in front of her.
“Gonna introduce me?” Sarah asks with a hard stare.
“Oh, sorry.” I wave for Sky to come over. Now that they’re both in view, the problem is clear. Girl I’ve loved, girl I’m falling for. Let’s meet in my driveway and see if we can give Jameson his first heart attack.
I clear my throat twice before I find my voice. “Sarah, this is Sky. Sky, this is Sarah.”
They’re complete opposites. Sky is all tall, dark and angles. Sarah is smooth, short and full of soft curves. And now I know I’m a prick because I’ve checked them both out in less than ten seconds. What’s ironic here is that Sky knows who Sarah is and I’ve known her for days. Sarah doesn’t know who Sky is and I’ve known her for years.
How did that happen? Their names are starting to get tangled in my head and on my tongue.
I’m in deep shit. I look at Sarah who’s still staring hard at Sky.
Why do girls do this?***
“Tonight, I’m taking care of you.”
I step toward her raising an eyebrow. I could think of a few ways I’d like to be taken care of.
“Puh-lease.” She pushes past me into the house, a large bag in her hand. “You’re an emotional wreck. And I know to guys, it doesn’t matter, but it
does matter to girls. So tonight I’m going to be your friend,” she says as she turns to face me.
“Sounds depressing,” I tease.
“Don’t tease.” She narrows her eyes.
“But I’ll want to kiss you all night, and if we’re friends, I won’t be able to.”
I wonder if protesting will get me anywhere. “Jameson, just take what I’m offering,” she says, trying to sound like she’s exasperated when she’s really not.
“Okay.” But I haven’t seen her in days. I want
something.
She stands looking at me. Her eyes widen. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Of course I’m serious!” I’ve been thinking about our kiss since she left.
“Fine, come here. Let’s get the kiss over with.” She rests against the counter and motions with her hand for me to step closer. Her face is flat. She looks almost bored.
“I’m sorry that kissing me is so torturous for you.” I step closer. She’s so beautiful I feel it in my chest.
“It’s not.” She shakes her head. Her voice is soft. “Kissing you is like...it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.” I watch her swallow.
Does this mean she’s nervous? Does Sky get nervous? This makes me pause. I pause long enough to get my head on straight, so I don’t devour her in my need to feel our lips together. I take the bag of out her hands and set it on the kitchen counter. I can hear her breathing change—it’s more shallow and loud. I’m thrilled to have this effect on her. I brush my lips against hers and open my mouth slightly before kissing her again. Her arms slide around my neck, bringing us together. Now she’s pressing herself against me, and it’s her mouth that’s moving more urgently against mine.
This is amazing. My body is both tense and relaxed at the same time.
“You are...dangerous,” she whispers in my ear.
I try desperately to stop my mouth from pulling into a grin.
I need to be cooler than that. “Come on. Show me to your room.” She picks up her bag from the counter, and I know she’s purposefully keeping her eyes off mine.
“And pick up where we just left off?” I slide my fingers down her back. Her shirt is as soft as it looks.
“I’m starting to rethink the whole honesty thing,” she teases.
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