“You mean, after you left me. Alone. After we’d spent the night together,” she interrupted.
He sighed, his eyes downcast. “Right. After I left you this morning, I went to The Daily Grind. The barista working, Hannah just wrote Garrett’s name on my cup without asking.” He hunched his shoulders.
“And you didn’t bother correcting her.”
“I figured if you already thought you’d slept with Garrett, the miscommunication at the coffee shop would keep things less confusing.”
She shoved a fist into his arm. “I can’t believe you think I’d ever sleep with Garrett. I didn’t have that much to drink.”
Turning into her, he said, “Yeah, well, I also never thought you’d sleep with me.”
Touché.
She tucked her chin to her chest and tucked her hair behind her ear. “What are we going to do about the rumors?”
“Screw the rumors,” he said blatantly.
Her attention jerked to his face where she found him gazing at her, his eyes as dark and hungry as they were the night before. Her skin heated.
“What are we gonna do about…” He gestured a hand in the space between them. “Us? That’s what I want to know.”
She knew exactly what she wanted to do. With him. Again. And again.
She swallowed. “What do you want to do?”
As he placed a hand on her thigh, prompting a sizzle with his touch, he tipped his face closer to hers. “I know what I want to do.” His voice was rough and scratchy, reaching low in her belly. “The question is, how much do you care about the audience below us?”
“Have you met me?” she asked, daring him to cross that imaginary friendship line out in public for the entire Pineridge mob to see. Once there were witnesses, they’d never be able to go back to how things were before.
Davis set a hand on her cheek, a thumb grazing her jawline, while his eyes continued to hold hers without breaking away. He leaned closer still until she could feel his breath against her lips nearly stealing hers away. When he finally kissed her, his mouth moved over hers with urgency. It demanded her mouth to open, welcoming his tongue inside to probe, to tangle with her own. She melted into the kiss, melted into him, her hand going to the nape of his neck like it had a mind of its own. As his hand slipped inside her shirt and cupped her breast, she felt needy and desperate to touch every inch of his body. One kiss was all it took to steal her intelligence, to think with her lady parts, and forget that they weren’t alone.
Withdrawing from the kiss, Kelsey sucked in a deep breath. Davis slid his hand out of her shirt, agonizingly slow. At the top of the Ferris Wheel, she hoped the kiss had been the only thing on display. While she didn’t care what others thought, she would’ve liked some things left to their imaginations rather than showing off the girls.
“Do you think that little show just made the rumors better or worse?”
“I don’t know,” she answered, a little out of breath. “I don’t care.”
“Okay, but what are we gonna do about us?” he asked.
“Honestly? Because I was thinking we could pick up later where we just left off. Tonight, at the bar. Or my place?”
He grinned. “I’m serious. What happened between us…last night…we’ve never done that before. It’s gonna change things.”
“Yeah, it will.” She nodded along. “It better.”
His brows pinched together, and he tilted his head, not following along with her. She was about to put her heart out on the line. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she wanted more out of this friendship. Now that she’d had a taste of how things could be, she craved it.
“You’re my best friend, Davis. But now, we could be so much more, ya know?”
“Is that what you want? I mean, are you even ready for that?”
“Why? Is it not what you want?”
“Of course I want it. You know me. You know I don’t sleep around with just anybody. It means something to me. You mean more to me than that.”
The ride jerked, the seats emptying one by one. It was nearly their turn to get off.
“So what are we saying? Are we actually giving this thing a go? A real chance?” She peered up at him.
