Page 51 of One Wrong Step
“Well, this has been fun.” I turn to leave.
“What’s your problem?” Vivian asks.
But when I turn to answer him, he’s staring at the bearded queen. Oh.
She holds up her hands. “We just wanted to make sure you didn’t need help.”
“Exactly. We didn’t mean anything by it. We just thought—well, besides the obvious that you’re champagne and he’s craft beerat best?—”
“I think I’ve had enough fun for one day.” I turn to leave, but Vivian grabs my hand and won’t let go.
“Want to try that again?” Vivian asks, giving them a warning look.
“There’s no…chemistry. Right, Laverne?”
“Exactly. That’s why we thought…you know. You might be in trouble.”
I can’t blame them. Who would believe Vivian and I were together? I mean, we’re not?—
Vivian grabs my shoulders and steps into my personal space. I can’t even back up without being super obvious.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a low voice, a smile plastered on my face. But my heart is hammering away.
“Proving a point.”
My smile drops. “A point?”
And then Vivian yanks me closer and kisses me.
