Instead of answering me, Oswald backs me up against the wall just outside the classroom and drops his mouth to mine. He nips my bottom lip softly with his teeth, and I make a small, surprised sound. Before I can take a full inhale, his lips seal over mine and he slips his tongue inside my mouth.
My heart is hammering against my chest so hard, I know he must feel it thumping into his. He presses his lower body against mine, and heat swirls low in my belly. I do my best to kiss him back, but mostly, I’m just responding to the swipes of his tongue and press of his lips.
“One guess what they are doing for lunch.” A guy snorts.
“Each other,” comes the less than witty reply.
Fucking idiots, whispers through my mind just as Oswald says in the same voice, “Ignore them,” with his lips still against mine, but he’s definitely slowing. I almost wish he wouldn’t so everyone has time to leave. I don’t want the images of them smirking at me in my mind.
I duck my head when he pulls back completely. I’m nearly panting, and I can’t even blame it on the shock of his voice in my head.
“I knew you’d get me in trouble.”
I jerk my head back so I’m looking up at him. “Me?”
“Yes, you.” He narrows his eyes playfully. “Now come on before you make us late and you really get in trouble with you know who.” He grabs my hand and pulls me from the wall, which I’m pretty sure was holding me up.
“You’re the one who made us late,” I defend.
“It’s still your fault. Believe me, he’ll sympathize.”
“If I get in trouble, I’m going to tell him why we were late,” I whisper roughly. I’m not taking the blame.
Oswald makes a grunting sound. “He would understand why I did it, just not where. Maybe we should run.” He pretends like he’s going to take off but stops the second my arm offers any resistance so he doesn’t jerk me forward. “Are you coming?”
“I was not built to run,” I state.
Oswald lets out a little laugh. “What?” He’s walking backward at this point so he can look at me.
“Trust me, it’s not pretty.”
He shakes his head and continues to smile at me. “Good thing we’re close.” When we make it to the sidewalk near the lot Memphis usually parks in, I spot the truck, and it’s not empty. “Uh-oh.”
“Is he really going to be mad? I won’t tell him what happened,” I promise quickly, trying not to move my lips too much because I feel like he’s already watching us.
“We better go find out.” He sounds dead serious.
Memphis
Waylynn is walking slowlytoward the truck, like she’s dreading climbing inside. I glance at the clock. They typically beat me here, but I was rushing more than usual today, and it seems they were a bit slower.
Oswald opens the door and tosses their stuff in the back, then crowds Waylynn until she climbs in the truck. Her head is down, and she mumbles, “Sorry we’re late.” I glance at Oswald over her head, confused.
I wait for Oswald to shut his door before placing my finger under her chin and directing her gaze to mine. “Did something happen? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she replies in a slightly husky tone.
“Tell me,” I demand. Something upset her, and I need to know what it is.
“I’m sorry we’re late.”
“You already said that.” That’s not what I want to hear, and I let her see my disappointment.
“Oswald kissed me,” she blurts and blinks several times as if she surprised herself.
“So much for not telling,” my brother says, but I can hear the smile in his words.
“Did that bother you?” I ask while she’s still staring into my eyes.
