I shoot her smile before facing Heath. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He rolls his eyes and presses a button that unlocks the car.
I’m about to open the door when he cups the back of my head and pulls me in a long, deep kiss that I feel in my toes. They curl as he devours me, plunging his tongue into my mouth but being careful to not overwhelm me. His heat sears through me, burning everything else until he’s the only thing in my head.
The kiss is hungry and full of anger as if the thought of letting me go tear him at the seams.
When he breaks the kiss, I can barely feel my lips.
My breathing is hard and fast.
“I’ll call you later,” he murmurs and tucks my head behind my ear. “Have fun with her and don’t worry about anything.”
How he can talk after a kiss like that is beyond me. I can’t even breathe properly.
I felt that kiss in my soul.
“I love you,” he says.
My heart jumps. “I love you too.”
With that, I get out of the car and shut the door.
Marie quickly envelops me in a hug and suffuses her warmth into me.
Leaning up into my ear she says, “That was a hot kiss.”
Blush spreads over my cheeks.
On instinct, I sneak a glance at Heath and he’s watching me.
A grin splits on my face and he shoots me a wink then drives down the road.
“Finally!” Marie lets go of me and puts her hands on her hips. “He’s gone. I was afraid that he wouldn’t let you go and I wanted him to let you go. He’s too much in love with you.”
“He is,” I say.
Her eyes widen. “What?”
“Last night he told me he loves me.”
“Oh my God! I can’t believe it.” She starts jumping and grinning from ear to ear. “Oh my God! It happened.”
I start laughing seeing her like this.
The fact that he loves me makes her so happy. I’ve always wanted this sort of friendship.
At once the metal entrance door slides and a man steps out. He’s tall, lean and handsome. Dressed in a navy blue suit and polished shoes he starts walking towards us, his eyes locked on Marie. Upon close proximity, I notice his features. His eyes are the same color as hers — hazel, a beautiful blend of brown and green — and their nose and lips also look the same.
With a chuckle, he near us. “Lia, what got you so happy?”
Marie stops jumping and tries to stay still as she explains to him, “Heath loves Hope. He told her. He finally told her. I’m so happy.”
He grins before turning to me. “I assume you’re Hope Hanson. My daughter’s best friend.”
The man is so handsome it renders me speechless.
Heath and Marie both have insanely beautiful parents. It’s intimidating.
