“Ditto.” I shoot her a wink, and the two of us burst into laughter. She takes a bite of cake, and because of her giggles, she accidentally smears icing across the left side of her cheek. I admire the sight for a split second, then lean in to swipe it off. “You got something right there.” My voice drops as I remove it from her soft skin.
She watches me, her breath audibly catching as my fingertip removes the creamy topping. “Thank you,” Brittany nearly whispers, her voice quiet enough my eyes shift to hers.
And I swear, the entire world shifts in her ocean blue irises.
I linger there, bent over her small frame, inhaling her sweet perfume and cherishing the closeness I’ve suddenly been awarded. I consider leaning away, but then something even crazier happens, and without even realizing what I’m doing, my lips find hers.
And she sighs into me, accepting what’s happening between us.
I taste the icing on her tongue as mine slides through her parted mouth, and the hand without icing slips around to cup her head against me. The kiss is feverish, heady, and full of fireworks I didn’t know could exist.
I coulddevourher.
And I’m certain she’s better than my birthday cake.
A light moan slips from her throat as I pull her in closer, the kiss continuing to deepen with passion and need. Her free hand finds my shirt, fisting it, and her plate of cake clatters to the floor as we stumble backward, me pinning her against the four-foot, glass-and-metal railing.
My head is screaming at me to stop—that Parker could find us and I’m certain he wouldn’t like the hand I’ve got on his sister’s waist. She clings to me, the heat between us seeming to charge the cool evening air.
And I can’t get enough of her.
“Weston,” she finally chokes out as we come up for air. “We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s … It’s a bad idea.” Her voice is raspy from our kiss, her lips swollen from being intertwined with mine.
And I can barely process what she just said.
“What?” My own tone is husky.
“My brother,” she says more firmly, this time snapping me back into reality. “If he catches us, he’s going to throw you right off this balcony.”
Oh shoot. She’s right.
I shake my head, backing away and letting Brittany go entirely. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
She furrows her brow, a flash of emotion hitting me like a freight train. However, it quickly fades. “It’s … It’s okay. It happens.”
Does it? Does itjusthappen?
Because what just happened has my head spinning faster than the spiked punch ever could.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Brittany
I shouldn’t have done that. It doesn’t matter how good it felt. It doesn’t matter that Weston looks phenomenal in his nineties outfit.
It. Doesn’t. Matter.
Because this was a bad idea.
I’m standing a few feet away from Weston, still holding his gaze. I run my fingertip along my lower lip, still warm from where his mouth was on mine. The whole thing felt like something right out of a movie.
Until it hit me.
Parker could have walked out here—my brother could haveseenus—and the thought alone is enough to make my stomach twist.
But that isn’t even the part that makes my chest tighten.
It’s how easy this felt. How easy it would be to let my feelings take over. To disappear into someone again.
