“Nope. We panicked and pretended we were stargazing.”
She bursts out laughing. “Stargazing?”
“I said we were studying constellations,” I say, unable to stop my own laughter. “Shelby went with it, pointing at the sky like she knew what she was talking about.”
Lucy shakes her head, still giggling. “Did it work?”
“Barely. The cop rolled his eyes and said, ‘Next time, study at home.’”
“Oh God, I can’t even imagine.” She nudges my leg with her knee. “I would have been horrified.”
“You asked for embarrassing stories.”
She smirks, setting her glass on the coffee table. “Yup, that’s a good one. But now I’m afraid to take you anywhere with a view of the stars.”
“Relax,” I tease, inching closer. “These days, I stargaze the responsible way.”
“And what’s the responsible way?”
“With wine, a couch, and good company,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, admiring the view of her.
Her eyes flutter to my lips. “You seem to have it all figured out.”
“Only because you’re making it easy,” I say.
“That was so cheesy,” she whispers.
“Did it work?”
She nods.
Our lips meet, soft and warm, the faint taste of wine mixing between us.
Her hand slides up to my shoulder, fingers curling into my shirt as she pulls me closer. The teasing falls away, replaced by something deeper—something I’ve been wanting to do since the moment I saw her smile at the door.
Chapter 15
Lucy
He tastes so good.
The best kind of dessert ...
The kind of dessert with a hint of red wine lingering on his lips. I could easily lose myself in the warmth of his mouth, the feel of his hand sliding up my back, pulling me closer like he can’t help himself.
My fingers tangle in his hair, and for a moment, the world outside disappears—no parents watching, no worries about what will happen tomorrow. Just us, the hum of the crickets outside, and the steady rhythm of his breathing against mine.
When we finally break apart, I’m breathless. My lips tingle, and my pulse races like I sprinted a mile. He rests his forehead against mine, both of us catching our breath, and then his fingers brush against my jaw, a soft, almost lazy caress that makes my heart skip.
“Wow,” he murmurs, his voice low. “That was sexy.”
“So sexy,” I whisper back, smiling. I feel lightheaded, like I’ve had more than one glass of wine, but it’s not the alcohol making me feel this way—it’shim.
Tingles!
Shivers!
Guh!All the things!
