Page 13 of Grumpy Spring Sunshine
“Me, talk? Did you confuse me with someone else or something?”
I laughed it off, but she had a point. I couldn’t tell her that I ran scared, but that was just the case, I was scared because she made me feel things I hadn’t before. She also made me feel things I wanted to feel again, and that was what worried me the most.
I pulled off on a street that led around a trail, curling into the mountain before it stopped. I put the kickstand down and killed the engine before helping her off the bike. Grabbing the bags, then taking her hand, I led her to a spot not too far away and laid the blanket down.
“Wow, that view,” she said, sitting down and staring at the moon.
I followed her gaze before turning my attention back to her, finding that view to be far more beautiful, no matter how corny it sounded. Because I could see the moonlight dancing off her eyes and it stole my breath away. It wasn’t fair that she looked that beautiful just sitting there, soaking in the moonbeams.
Hell, I was so in trouble, and I didn’t know what to do about it.
“Hungry?” I asked, finally moving to unpack the bags. I grabbed a sandwich for her and a bag of chips, knowing it wasn’t the most romantic meal I could have made, but it was the sweetest. And after all, this was all about the location anyway.
“Sure. Thank you, Keith. You really didn’t have to go through all of this just for me.”
“You’re right, I didn’t. But I wanted to.” I took a big bite of my food, thinking over what I wanted to say and the best way to express it. “I was wrong to have left the way I did.”
“I agree.”
I gave her a side eye but she just grinned.
I swallowed my food and then nodded. “I felt something that I hadn’t before. And I’m not used to it. You made me want something that’s not good for me.”
“You think it’s good for me, Keith? It’s not. I didn’t want to want you, but here I am. How do I fix that?”
She didn’t want to want me?
What the hell did that mean?
“I guess we both had a problem.”
“Just one of us was man enough to admit and fix it rather than run away from it.”
Okay, yeah, I could give her that one.
“I’m really sorry, Brittani. You didn’t deserve that. I shouldn’t have done that. This is me just admitting I’m scared and I ran away like a child rather than owning up to it.”
She stared at me for a moment, her eyes holding mine for a second, then two, before she threw her sandwich back on the bag I had it in and crawled in my lap.
Her arms were around my neck, and her lips were on mine before I had time to think.
Hell, let’s be real, there was no thinking, just pure feeling, and I was here for it.
My hands held her by her hips as her tongue flicked against mine.
One of us moaned and then hands were grabbing at shirts, trying to yank them off.
“Keith,” she muttered as my lips trailed over her jaw and then down her neck.
“Yeah?”
“I want a do-over, but not here. Take me to a bed,” she sighed.
“Granted. My place is closer.”
Chapter 8
Brittani
