The kiss goes from tentative to something deeper.
Urgent.
Our tongues glide together and I feel a shiver run down my spine. The sensation…The warmth of her lips…
My head spins. Vision blurs.
Jeans get uncomfortably tight at the zipper.
A spark igniting. Fireworks.
The kiss grows bolder, more confident; I slide my hand down her rib cage until it’s resting on her hip. She moves her palm to my chest, sliding it slowly up the front of my torso—torturing me.
Can she feel the beat of my heart?
It’s erratic.
Fast.
The opposite of steady, as if I’ve run laps around the gym.
This kiss is everything—not that I have anything to compare it to. Once, I kissed Dora Feldmann, but that was in seventh grade and lasted three seconds.
This kiss is messy and awkward and yeah—a little bit sloppy. Our teeth clash and Harper giggles against my lips when I use my tongue to pop the retainer back to the roof of my mouth like the giant nerd that I am.
“You’re wearing a retainer?” she mutters.
“Uh.” Yes. “I didn’t think I’d be kissing anyone tonight.”
“Welp. It’s a good thing we both don’t have braces…”
I smirk. “Why? You worried we’d get stuck together?”
“Wouldn’t be the worst thing,” she blurts out, her fingers tracing a slow path toward my collar.
Heat spreads low in my stomach, making my entire body burn.
“Yeah?” My voice comes out rougher than I expect.
She hooks a finger into the neckline of my shirt, tugging me closer toward her, lips brushing mine—teasing. “Mm-hmm.”
Her mouth presses fully against mine, firmer now, hotter.
Who the hell are we, teasing and flirting like this? Neither of us has a clue what we’re fucking doing, and listen to us! When Harper sucks lightly on my bottom lip, my knees damn near begin to shake.
My groan rumbles deep in my chest, half in pleasure, half in sheer disbelief.
My lips tingle.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathless, our foreheads resting against each other, our breathing heavy in the small, enclosed space of her car.
Harper’s eyes are half lidded, her pupils dilated. A small smile plays at the corner of her mouth when she gingerly touches it…
“Holy shit,” I breathe, my voice low, rough around the edges. “That was…”
Awesome. Amazing.
“Yeah,” she whispers, tugging at the hemline of her skirt, drawing my eyes there. Her legs look smooth, and suddenly, I want to touch them.
