“You make me better.”
“Nah. All you, Ang.”
I love the way he says my name like that. Like there’s a connection between the two of us. A feeling that takes hold in me and won’t let go.
I’ve been feeling it for a while. Every time I’m with Troy, I want to be around him more. He’s nothing like I thought he’d be. He’s proven that day in and day out.
It was me who started this thing off on the wrong foot. Denying him when he needed my help all because of our families.
I’m done. Done denying myself what I want. Done denying myself him.
I want him to kiss me. I want him to close the small space between us and close his lips over mine.
But he won’t.
I told Troy what this thing was between us.
Tutoring. That’s it.
Now? Now I want it to be more. And I’m going to have to be the one to take the leap into more.
So be it.
I take what I want. I don’t think about theconsequences of my actions. I don’t weigh the pros and cons of what this might mean.
I press up onto my toes and kiss him. Troy responds immediately.
Soft lips open, giving me command of this kiss. I waste no time sliding my tongue into his mouth. He tastes like the beer he was sipping.
Troy’s hands move from my hips to my face, holding me close. It tells me he wants this just as much as I do.
I cling to him tighter. Every thought is zapped from my brain as our tongues tangle. A buzz I’ve never felt is moving through me as we stand here in the middle of a crowded dance floor and kiss.
And kiss.
Andkiss.
My toes curl, and heat gathers in my core as Troy tilts my head and changes the angle. My belly swoops, wanting more.
I moan as Troy nips my bottom lip before kissing his way along my jaw.
My body is on overload. I’m feeling too many things. Not enough things.
All because of Troy.
“Angie,” he grunts out, tugging my earlobe between his teeth.
“Oh God.”
If Troy didn’t have a hold on me, I’d melt into a heap on the floor. Instead, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and bring his mouth back to mine.
If this kiss is all the two of us will get, I want it to last.
It’s something Troy seems to understand. There’s a fire to this kiss that wasn’t there a minute ago. Each of us taking and giving as we learn and discover.
Until the music changes and everyone in the roomstarts shouting. The SDU fight song plays on the speakers.
“Fucking football team,” Troy grumbles.
