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“Before tonight I would never have taken you for a romantic.”

I blinked my shock.

Her pretty lips twitched. “What with you being a scientist and all. But you so totally are a romantic.”

I moved closer to the middle of the bench seat. “Admit it. You like that about me.” I traced the pad of my thumb over the sensitive skin behind her ear and leaned in to whisper, “You like me.”

Cupping my cheek in her palm, she stared deep into my eyes. “You’re right. I do like you.”

The “thanks for a great time” kiss started in overtime. Chess fused her lips to mine, our tongues jumping right back into that game of tag we’d been playing so well together before the janitor interrupted us. As she kissed the breath right out of me, I discovered the possibility I might never be able to get enough of her hot mouth. When she mashed her chest to mine for the “let’s do this again” kiss, I wrapped my arms tight around her and held on.

As my hand found its way to the tight round globe of her ass, she retreated a bit, nibbling and lipping my lips and along my jaw on her way to the sweet spot behind my ear. Obviously, she intended for her good night kiss to leave me with heavy balls I’d definitely have to take care of when I returned to the house.

With a sigh, she scooted over to the door. “I had a really good time, Finn.”

“Wanna get together tomorrow afternoon to study?”

“Hillman Hall?”

“Or my place.”

Chapter Nineteen

Chessly

“You need anextra shot of caffeine in your latte, girlfriend?” Saylor’s eyes danced as she blew on her coffee. “How was your ‘epic’ date?” she asked with air quotes.

Since Piper and Jamaica were otherwise occupied, Saylor and I were it for our standing Sunday morning brunch. Didn’t mean I’d escape the inquisition though.

“Finn delivered.” I cut into my veggie omelet and stuffed my mouth with a big bite of cheesy-eggy goodness, savoring the crunch of perfectly cooked asparagus and broccoli chunks.

“Did he, now?” Saylor’s tone demanded more than my four syllable answer.

With deliberate nonchalance, I said, “We had a lovely picnic and played glow-in-the-dark lawn games on the practice field.” I picked up my café au lait and sipped.

Her brows rose to her hairline. “Sounds like he put some effort into it.”

The phantom pleasure of turf digging into my back as Finn pinned me to it ghosted over me, the memory setting fire to my core. Shifting in my chair, I swallowed another drink of my coffee.

“And it looks like you had agoodtime,” she emphasized with a smirk.

“We shared a kiss. Don’t make more of it than it was.” I dug into my omelet again, a tiny demon in the back of my mind calling me out for my understatement.

“The pink glow on your cheeks and the way you’re squirming tell me that’s not it. At. All.” Putting her elbows on the table, Saylor lifted her drink to her lips with both hands, drank, and leaned forward conspiratorially. “I’m dating vicariously through Piper, Jamaica, and you. Do not leave me hanging.”

Shaking my head, I said, “I’m not going to make something up to satisfy your prurient interests, Saylor Davis. We had a picnic, played some fun games, and he brought me home. End of story.” I was never one to kiss and tell, but something about telling my friend about my date with Finn felt like a betrayal: an invasion of our privacy. My lips sealed shut at the idea of sharing any more than I already had.

“No, it’s not, and you being as closed-mouthed about it as you are is exactly like Jamaica and Piper. None of you are spilling much of anything. It’s highly annoying.” She sat back in her chair, pouting. Then a sly grin slid over her features. “So that’s how it is. After one date you’re all in with Finn, aren’t you?”

Pulling a face, I said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” But a little voice in the back of my head contradicted me.You know exactly what she’s talking aboutit said.

“Fine. I’ll wait until Piper and Jamaica join us. Between the three of us, we’ll tease the truth out of you.”

“Uh-huh. What about you and Jeremiah Fitzgerald?”

Waving a hand in front of her, Saylor said, “He’s a monumental flirt.”

“Sounds like someone else I know.” I grinned.