I hum, resting my forehead against hers and closing my eyes, searching for the right answer. Because whatdoesthis mean?
“I think it means that you’re right. We do like each other.”
Her hand comes up to my cheek, and I lean into her touch. When I open my eyes, she’s watching me closely.
“I don’t think we have to define this right now,” she says softly. “But I want you to know, whatever this is, I want it with you.”
Her words are vulnerable and sincere. I lick my lips, holding her gaze, and just nod.
Because I don’t have the words.
I don’t think I have ever felt the way kissing Taylor makes me feel.
My fingers twist into her curls, absently rolling the silky strands as I look at her.
This feels different.
I want to sit down and hash out every detail from every angle, but I know it isn’t the time.
Instead, I kiss Taylor again with long, unhurried strokes.
Doing my best to memorize everything about this moment, because I don’t know if I’ll get another one.
God, I really hope I do.
Right now, the only thing I know with absolute certainty is that my plan for a cold shower has officially become my top priority.
CHAPTER 15: TAYLOR
Holy crap.
I can’t believe yesterday actually happened.
Apparently, the baking gods were on my side, because Alex and I took the top spot. That win was definitely the turning point between us—if the spur-of-the-moment make-out session in the basement last night is any indication.
I bring my fingers to my lips, remembering the heat of his kiss pressing against me. I should be embarrassed by how readily my body responded to him, especially since before that moment, I was pretty sure he just barely tolerated me.
But, I’m not.
Alex showed me a new side of himself. A side that runs far deeper than the dismissive, sarcastic, standoffish persona he uses most of the time. I kick my feet under my blankets, stifling a giggle at the thought of getting to pull back all those broody layers and finding the soft, gooey parts of him underneath.
And make no mistake about it, I’ll do exactly that.
I reach for my phone to check the time and find it’s a little after nine a.m. I haven’t slept in this late in…
I don’t know how long.
Leisurely, I stretch my arms and legs, enjoying the tingling happiness of waking up on my own instead of to a screaming alarm.
Pulling on a pair of comfortable sweatpants, I shove my sleep shorts into the already packed duffle bag at my feet. Before crashing into bed last night, I took a few minutes to cram all my belongings into my bag to save time and stress today.
Thank you,Past Me, for looking out forFuture Me.
I swing my duffle bag over one shoulder and head downstairs to find something to eat before hitting the road back to Cambria.
I’m freaking starving this morning.
My brows pull together as I try to recall when the last time I ate was. It honestly might have been the chocolate chip muffin I snagged from one of the production tables yesterday morning.
