“Wait.” I push him away. “Wait, stop.”
“Am I doing it wrong?” There’s a small smile playing at the corner of Brooks’s mouth now. So very different from the anger and jealousy I saw there earlier.
“You’re…doing it.”
“Shit. I’m fucking things up again.” Brooks spins on his heel. “Fuck. I keep doing things to fuck up my life and I don’t know how to stop.”
Brooks and I have been spiraling this week. I know it. He knows it. It has me fighting a smile because he came to the bar tonight because I was avoiding him.
I didn’t know how to be around him after he heard that confession. And now, I just spewed word vomit all over him of everything that I’ve been feeling this week.
“I should just go,” Brooks tells me.
Except I don’t want him to. I grab him and lay one on him.
I swallow his shock as he gasps. It takes him a minute to respond, but when his tongue slides against my lips, I react.
Brooks is kissing me back. We’re kissing.
Again.
It’s even better than the first one as his tongue tangles with mine.
Oh God.
I never wanted to imagine what it would be like to kiss Brooks. It wouldn’t have done me or my fantasies any good.
But this? It’s better than anything I ever could have hoped to imagine.
When Brooks’s warm hands drift lower, pulling me into his chest, I whimper.
It’s perfect. Everything from his taste to his warm touch to how his pine scent floods my senses. It’s overwhelming in the best way.
I don’t know how long we stand outside kissing. I could stand here for the rest of my life and it wouldn’t be long enough.
Until Brooks breaks the kiss. I follow his lips, not wanting to let go yet.
“Charlie,” he breathes. Brooks drops his forehead to mine.
I press my lips to his and take another kiss. And another. Before I have to peel myself off him so we don’t get arrested for indecent exposure.
“Brooks.”
The two of us are standing here, breathing in each other’s air. I don’t want to say anything. I don’t want to break the spell that’s fallen over the two of us.
“You know, when I came to the bar tonight, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?” I ask him.
“I just wanted to talk to you. Kissing definitely wasn’t on the agenda.”
I smirk at him. “Do you want it to be on the agenda?”
Brooks nods against me. “Yes. But I’d prefer it if we maybe didn’t do it in the middle of the street.”
“I wish I didn’t have to go back to work.”
“You’re not going to go back to dancing with that guy, are you?”
