And isn’t that the worst part of all?
Chapter 14
Lark
The hope he would be bad at this dies the second our lips touch.
He’s not even close to bad at this.
In fact, this is the best kiss I’ve ever had.
And I hate him for it.
I hate that each night I’ll remember the taste of him. The sweet, minty flavor on his tongue. The way his calloused hand feels against my cheek, his other hand in my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me.
We kiss and kiss, and I don’t even know where I am until he pulls back.
Both of our chests are heaving as we struggle for breath.
His forehead rests against mine as I work to slow my blood pressure.
Have I ever had a kiss like that?
One that made me lose all sense of time and location?
Nope. Not once.
Great.
Now I’m never going to stop thinking of him.
“It didn’t work,” I tell him, after a few seconds. “I think we should try again.”
He lifts his head, eyes meeting mine, and the desire there, yeah, that does it for me. I lean back in, this time kissing him. My chest is flat against his, and he rolls me to my back, hovering over me.
“Lark,” he says my name before his mouth is on mine again.
I don’t care about the million reasons this is bad. This one kiss erases them all, because we don’t have to be together. But we can do this together.
Sure, it’s probably a bad idea, but so is trying to pretend this isn’t the most incredible kiss I’ve ever had.
He pulls back again, rolling off me and sitting up, his hands covering his face. “Fuck, I can’t do this to you.”
“Do what?” I push myself up, sitting beside him and pulling my knees to my chest.
“You know what.” The disappointment is clear in his tone.
“No, I really don’t. You kissed me and then I kissed you.”
“I kissed you both times.”
I roll my eyes. Men. “Sure, you kissed me both times. Whatever. The point is…I liked it. Did you?”
He drops his hands and looks at me. “Do you doubt I did?”
“No.”
“Good. Because I promise, I liked every second of it.”
