Page 80 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

Then—

Voices.

Loud ones.

And they’re getting closer.

The spell shatters.

Graham's eyes close briefly, and a quiet laugh escapes him, as if the interruption pains him as much as it does me.

Instead of the kiss I'd been bracing myself for, he gently presses his lips against my forehead.

The touch is featherlight.

Tender.

Unexpectedly sweet.

Warmth blooms all the way to my toes.

I let out the breath I'd been holding without even realizing it.

When he pulls back, he's smiling.

Not disappointed.

Not frustrated.

Just...

Looking at me like kissing my forehead was every bit as important as kissing my lips.

And somehow...

That makes my heart race even harder.

We continue the walk through the arboretum and somehow I fell like I’m in a fairytale.

Later that afternoon we're driving with the windows down.

Warm summer air fills the truck.

Rock music hums softly through the speakers.

Neither of us seems in any hurry for the day to end.

“This has been...”

I smile out the passenger window.

“... really nice.”

“It has.”

Silence settles comfortably between us.

Not awkward.