“No. Not in my heart, anyway.”
I surged forward, erasing the rest of the space between us.
“Besides, did I really want to be Peyton Prescott?” I wrinkled my nose. “Ugh. It sounds like a superhero name.”
Theo laughed, and winked at me. “Or super villain.”
We were only inches apart now, our foreheads nearly touching. Buoyed by the warmth between us, my ankles found the backs of his legs and pulled him in.
“Thank you, Theo,” I murmured softly. “For being there when I needed you.”
I slid my arms over his shoulders and kissed him. Half on the cheek, half on the mouth.
It was warm and wet. Sweet, but also electric.
Fuck.
The kiss turned into a second kiss, then a third. His hands went to my waist. My legs wrapped around him.
Double fuck.
I wasn’t sure what was happening. Or maybe I was, and I was only trying to convince myself that I hadn’t a clue.
“Peyton…”
Theo’s lips moved beneath mine. They were about to say something important. Something with history, or gravity, or both.
Either way, I never found out.
Bending my knees to my chest, I quickly kicked off him and swam away.
