She was absolutely shook and the wind was out of her sails, instantly. Goosebumps ran up my bare arms and surrounded my body.
Silver and I had been enemies practically our whole lives.
I’d teased her.
Bullied her.
I’d never held her.
“Gettzz zeee uuuck ufff meee,” she slurred.
Rolling me eyes, I steadied her. “Sassy Silver strikes again.”
“I…” she starred up at me, and I knew she felt uncomfortable being where she was.
Being in my arms.
“I hate you,” she bit out.
“Mmmhmmm,” my eyes were already tracing her pouty ass lips.
“You were always such an asshole,” she said. “The Golden Boy. The Football God…”
“I was,” I pulled her in closer when.
She frowned.
“What are you doing?”
“Holding you,” I murmured unsure of why I hadn’t let her go.
She ignored me and went right on back to ranting, although her frame had relaxed into me just a bit.
“And…and you cheated off my Chemistry test, jerk. I was a star chemistry student and you just had to make playoffs.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. Just once, I needed to know what her mouth tasted like. I knew I’d find heaven against her mouth.
Lowering my head, ever so slightly, the sound of the flames licking the crackling wood and the warmth of the fire against my back, I did it.
I kissed her.
Silver’s mouth did the last thing I thought would ever happened. It opened an allowed me to savor her. Ever so gently, our mouths met and soon there was nothing but the heat and sound of the fire feeding our senses. Mint and limes caressed my palate.
She broke the kiss.
“I must be drunk,” she whispered.
“Maybe a little,” I whispered back.
She gently shook her head as if trying to clear her mind from the miasma of alcohol I’d watched her consume. I was entirely too aware of Silver, always had been.
“I should go,” she said.
“You can’t drive,” I reminded her.
“Fuck,” another whisper escaped.
Before I knew it, she was pulling my head down to meet her lips again. The kiss became hungry as hell. We were trying to devour each other.
