“Oh yeah, and what was it like?” I edge closer to her.
“Wyatt . . .” She’s breathless, and I gaze into her blue eyes that search mine.
My name sounds like an invitation. Lust and nerves drip from her mouth.
She licks her lips and bites down on the bottom one, her gaze never leaving mine.
“You’re cute when you blush.” I cup her cheek with a hand, holding her face steady.
“I’m going to kiss you, Hayley Bella,” I whisper, rubbing my tongue along her lips. I press my lips against her puckered ones, and she tastes fantastic. I deepen the kiss, letting my tongue slide into her mouth.
She’s awkward at first, but we soon immerse ourselves in a hungry kiss that takes my breath away. I slide my hands to her waist, and she stills. She pulls away, her eyes widening. I might have moved a bit too fast.
“I should go. I don’t think this is a good idea.” She stands hastily and bolts off to her house next door, leaving me stunned and desperate for more. Still, she looks back, and I know she felt it too. I grin at her and can spot her flush a mile off.
“What the hell am I thinking? She isn’t just any girl,” I say out loud, reminding myself of the obvious.
Friends should never cross that line. But, boy, did I want to.
