"Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asks.
I nod. "Yes."
"I don't think you do," he claims, then brushes his fingers over my clavicle.
My heart tries to break free from my chest cavity. "I understand. I told you I won't tell anyone."
He stares at me.
"I promise," I tell him, knowing my father would kill me if he knew I was anything but friends with Wyatt. So would my brothers. In many ways, the men in my family are hypocrites. They have one set of rules for themselves and another for the females. We're supposed to be good and innocent, while they get to raise hell. But that's how it is, so I understand why we'd have to keep this between us.
At least for now, until I'm out of high school.
"That's not what I meant," Wyatt says.
"No? Then what did you mean?"
He licks his lips, then declares, "If you're mine, then you'remine, Willow."
A sense of giddiness overtakes me, but in a serious tone, I whisper, "I know."
"Do you?" He peers at me closer.
I stay quiet.
He continues, "It's going to drive me crazy hiding this from the others."
I nod. "I know. But it's okay. I'll be eighteen in a few years. Then we won't have to worry."
His smile taunts his cheeks. Surprised, he says, more to himself than me, "So you do understand."
I put my hand on his chest. Finding his heart beating as hard as mine is another surprise.
He covers my hand with his callused one.
Neither of us moves.
He takes his other hand and cups my cheek, tugging me closer to him. His hot breath merges with mine. He mumbles, "You're going to get me in trouble."
I softly laugh. "Maybe. But I'm worth it."
He grins. "I don't doubt that."
Another moment of heat expands around us.
"I want to be yours," I whisper.
His grin falls. He leans forward. His lips brush mine, and he warns, "Careful what you wish for, sugar."
"Willow!" Jagger bellows.
I jump back.
So does Wyatt. He cringes from pain.
My pulse skyrockets. I spin toward the barn door.
"Willow!" Jagger barks, then turns the corner.
