Except, they were roommates, and this was inappropriate. She broke the kiss, still breathing hard and more than a little shaky. She could blame it on the bike ride, but the truth was the Tilt-A-Whirl inside her had nothing to do with a motorcycle and everything to do with the man she was still hanging on to.
Step one. Release Brek.
Step two. Apologize for leading him on.
Step three. Insist it never happen again.
Step four. Well, she would figure that one out eventually.
She dropped her hands. Miraculously, she did not fall over. “I, um—”
“Don’t say it.” The fire in his eyes turned angry again.
“Say what?” She tugged at the hem of her shirt.
“Whatever bullshit you were about to say to ruin what just went down,” he clipped.
Oh. No apology this time. Onto step three.
“That can’t happen again.”
“There it is.” He pressed his lips together and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“There’s what?”
“Your bullshit.”
“It’s not baloney. I’m serious. That was a lovely kiss.”
“Lovely?” He looked less than impressed.
“Amazing. It was amazing,” she corrected. Well, it was. “Also inappropriate.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Inappropriate?”
“What would Dean think about us?” she asked.
His expression went dark. “Why would Dean have anything to say about us?”
Velma held herself back from the urge to lick her lips. “Nothing. I just mean...”
“Wait.” Brek’s eyes widened. “No. That couldn’t be.”
His whole vibe changed.
“What?” she asked.
“It’d make sense though,” he continued.
“Brek, what?” He was putting the pieces together for something.
“Your reaction when your sister got engaged.”
Oh no.
His palm hit his forehead. “Tell me you’re not into Dean. Is that what this is about?”
“What? No.” Not anymore. She shook her head for good measure.
