I wait for him to smugly smile and tease me about how I said he was handsome. I set myself up again.
That’s not what happens.
He reaches out like he wants me to take his hand, and I stare at it.
No, I glare at it.
Did he not hear my speech about how I know he gets all the women? It doesn’t work like that. I’m not going to take his hand and skip off toward the carousel.
It’s such a preposterous thought that I snort right as his fingers brush against my arm.
His touch unleashes the butterflies, but these are not normal ones. They are warm, igniting something deep in my gut. Part of me is stung by the sensation, but the other half is too curious to see what this guy thinks he’s doing.
He can’t just touch me.
I’m not his.
My brows lower as I watch his hand move up my arm.
I could slap it away.
Should I slap it away?
Before I can expound on that thought, his hand cups my cheek.
Whoa, now I’m really wondering what he’s doing, but I’m frozen in place, unable to ask.
His breath is level with mine, and a magnetic force takes over, pulling me closer. Now I’m kissing a man I just met this morning.
Oops.
As his lips surround mine, pulling me into his warmth I melt into them.
Maybe not oops?
But whatever this is needs to stop before…before…I forget I don’t like him.
twelve
Jackson
Kaci pulls away, but I dip my chin to her ear. “Kaci.” Her name burns in my throat, and it comes out like a command. Everyday pucks fly at my head at a hundred miles an hour, but my heart has never hammered harder in my chest.
I get it.
It was completely assuming.
I should have asked.
She deserved something more romantic than me forcing my lips on hers, but she kept insisting I wasn’t genuine in my flirting.
I got her message loud and clear.
She wasn’t buying my words. I needed a plan B, and fortunately, I have quick reflexes.
“Uh.” Her breath rushes out as she presses her fingertips to her lips, and stares up at me, eyes wide.
I get that it was impulsive.
