“That’s why Callie is so sad,” June says, combing her fingers through her hair.
It should be my fingers in her hair.
“How heartbreaking.” She sits on the end of the sofa with a sad expression.
“Well, uh … that’s it. I just stopped by to kiss you really hard in front of your parents and let you know about their grandson.” I gesture toward the door. “Enjoy your dinner.”
“What?” She chuckles while pushing off the sofa toward me. “You’re leaving?”
“I think it’s for the best. Might be a good idea for me to spend some time alone, contemplating all the stupid things I’ve done and said since we met.”
“Flynn,” she says with a grin, shaking her head as if she’s not sure what to say next.
“Don’t say my name like that.”
Her head slants to the side. “Like what?”
“Like youlikeme.”
“Like you?” She stares at her feet as she steps closer to me. “That might be the biggest understatement anyone has ever made.” Her beautiful eyes find me. “If only I just liked you, I might sleep better. My head would be clearer. This embarrassing and unfamiliar feeling of being boy crazed wouldn’t consume me.”
Well, shit.I’m going to do something I’ve never done: love someone—this girl—so much it will destroy me.
“You lose sleep over me?” I ask, curling her hair behind her ears before cupping her face in my hands. “And here I thought I was the only one losing sleep over …this.” I trace her scar, and her eyes close in a heavy blink. When she opens them, her hands grasp my wrists, and she opens her mouth so her tongue and teeth tease my thumb. It makes me feel … privileged.
“You’re the most beautiful”—I kiss her cheek—“sexy”—I kiss her nose—“smart”—I kiss her other cheek—“woman I have ever met. And I want”—my lips brush hers—“all of you in every way.”We kiss, and the weight of her body falls against mine like she can’t get close enough to me.
“You’re a good man. June is the lucky one. Don’t ever forget that.”Callie’s words echo in my head.
I’ve already forgotten.
Girls like June don’t give guys like me a second look. If I can make her love me, it will feel like the greatest heist in history.
I want to steal all the kisses from her lips.
Claim every inch of her body.
And if I can take her heart … well, there are no words for that.
She turns her head, ending the kiss, but grinning as she tries to catch her breath. “Now we don’t have time.”
“Sorry,” I say, enjoying her disappointment. It means she wants me as much as I want her.
June sighs, blowing her hair away from her face, just as her phone chimes behind her on the coffee table. She grabs it and holds up the screen for me to see the text.
Mom: Text me when UR done
I roll my eyes. “Tell them to come back here. And make sure they know nothing has happened.”
June frowns. “That’s no fun.”
“What’sno funis looking your dad in the eye when I know he thinks I was inside his daughter minutes before looking him in the eye.”
“Fine.” She sticks out her bottom lip while replying to her mom.“There’s nothing to finish. Just talking. Come back anytime.”Sliding her phone back onto the coffee table, she collapses onto the sofa. “Why did you take the job with the Rawlings?”
“Huh?” I squint, tucking my hands into my back pockets.
“You seem irritated with your job. Sometimes a little angry and frustrated. I’m curious why you took the job?” June laces her fingers over her knee and pulls it toward her chest, hooking her heel on the edge of the worn, saddle-brown leather sofa.
