From the way Halsey holds his breath and grips my waist so tightly, it almost feels like my answer rests heavily on his heart.
I wet my lips delicately, then say, “I don’t want him.”
He slowly nods and whispers, “Then you’re mine for the night.”
And before I can ask him what that means, he leans down, closing the space between us. To my utter shock and surprise, he gently presses a kiss to my lips.
It’s so faint, so featherlike, that I almost feel like I’m imagining it until a bolt of lust spikes through me, awakening a sleepy sexual beast that’s been in a slumber for quite some time.
Oh my God . . .
He pulls away and whispers, “Let’s get drinks.”
Yes . . . drinks.
Please drinks.
“Woooooo!”I shout as Arlene and Marco kiss, thanks to Arlene’s aunt clinking her wineglass for the tenth time during dinner.
Not sure who is more drunk at this moment, Aunt Glass Clinker . . . me . . . or Halsey.
Perry sent us both into a tailspin, well, Perry and the kiss. The kiss heard around the world!
Maybe not around the world, but that’s what it felt like, a smack of all lip smackers. Does that make sense? Either way, Halsey kissed me, and I swear I could hear a pin drop at that moment.
I could actually feel the pulse between my legs.
Yup . . . this girl, your girl, she was turned on.
And it was such a simple kiss. Barely a kiss. A peck. I’ve had more intimate kisses with an ice cream cone.
But after the kiss, we headed to the bar, took two tequila shots, courtesy of my order, and then I grabbed a special wedding cocktail designed for the bride and groom while Halsey grabbed another beer.
With empty glasses now in front of us, our plates have just been delivered, and we’re feeling good.
Really good.
I turn toward Halsey, my knees pressing against the side of his leg, and I say, “He’s scowling again.”
With a goofy grin, Halsey places his hand on my thigh and says, “Good. Let him fucking scowl.”
Perry sits across from us at the same table, something I know Arlene probably couldn’t avoid. I’m okay with it; this was all lastminute, so I’m not going to complain. Thankfully, the peonies are giving us an ounce of privacy.
“Want some more mashed potatoes?” Halsey lifts his fork to my mouth.
“I have some on my plate.”
“Yeah, but eating it off my fork is better.”
“Is your fork magic?” I ask.
He nods. “Yup.”
“Then put the magic in my mouth.”
He smirks and slides his fork past my lips. I wrap my mouth around the tines, and as he pulls the fork away, I suck on it, hollowing out my cheeks.
His brows raise as he says, “That was fucking suggestive.”
