“I’m sorry.”
“I learned,” Lana says. “I learned how to…live on my own.”
“Without me.” I frown.
“I had to. It was…part of the process. Healing. I didn’t have room for pain so I had to make room for good things. And, you know, I just… I couldn’t depend on you showing up on my doorstep.”
“I know.”
“I cleaned the house and made room for things, but I could never really clean you out, Christian,” she says quietly. “I held on to a lot of silly hope.”
“Me too, baby,” I breathe out. “You have no idea.”
“You are the best thing far from normal,” she whispers again, sitting up and brushing the tip of her nose against my cheek.
“So are you,” I whisper and turn my head to brush my lips across hers. “Kiss me, Lana.”
“I’m usually the one to ask you that,” she whispers.
“I just really need it right now,” I whisper and she presses her lips to mine, silencing me.
It’s Lana who deepens, bringing us back to where we left off as she parts my lips and moans into my mouth. Then I hear glass shatter and a splat on the ground, and Lana laughs.
“Shit,” I hiss.
“We’ll clean up after,” she says on my lips, pulling me by my nape. “You better not stop kissing me, Christian.”
“Not even in my wildest dreams,” I say, and urge her backward until she’s down against the windshield. She chortles against my lips, which in turn, makes me giggle with her.
The position isn’t comfortable, but every time we keep trying to shift, it somehow gets worse and makes her laugh a bit harder. I kiss her left dimple, then the other, until finally she is lying back and I’m on my side, leaning over her. I hold her thigh in my hand, burrowing my fingers into her skin through her jeans, and she throws the leg around my hip.
We should probably take this home. My entire body is at the point of trembling and I’m so hard it hurts. Lana rolls her hips and presses down them, whimpering. “Christian.”
“We should probably go.”
“Mhhm,” she moans but does nothing to stop us. So neither do I.
“Hey!”
I push up frantically, seeing a bright light from the corner of my eyes pointed directly at us. My hand slips on the windshield before I’m sitting up. I squint past the light.
A sigh comes from behind the flashlight before it clicks off. “Calloway. Gomez.”
“Shit,” Lana hisses under her breath. “Hello, Raymond.”
The Willow Springs sheriff laughs. “Even when you two were younger I never caught you like this. Frankly, I’m disappointed.”
I groan and sit up, rubbing at my jaw. “Sorry, sir.”
Lana laughs. “Won’t happen again!”
“Better not,” Sheriff Holt chuckles. “Go home kids.”
“We’re adults, Raymond!” Lana shouts back.
“Go home before I arrest you both!”
I scratch my jaw and push my fingers through my hair, my heart racing from being caught. It was worse than being doused in ice water. “That was…fun.”
