Page 48 of The Plus One Pact

Romeo folds his arms in protest, but he doesn't quite hold a poker face this time. His dark eyes are expressive.

He bought it.

Those dark eyes find mine. "Did you feel it?"

I didn't feel butterflies, but I felt something. The satisfaction of physically connecting with someone who knows what they're doing. "It only matters if your family believes it, right?"

"Yes, Rome, don't be such a guy about it. It's not about whether or not I make her swoon." And it won't be about whether or not he makes me see stars.

We're just faking it, after all.

"If you didn't catch it that time, I can demonstrate again…" Sasha shoots me a flirty wink. "Or maybe Ivy is ready to show you how it's done."

"I've got it." Romeo stands. He takes a step towards me. Then another.

Then he's in my space.

He repeats Sasha's gestures.

His hands go to my hips. They pull me closer.

Already, it's different. Already, I'm different.

My body melts into his. One hand goes to his waist. The other to his neck.

My fingers curl into his skin.

My eyes find his eyes.

I drink in the intensity of his expression.

I kiss him.

I don't think. I just do it.

My eyes close as my lips find his. When his lips part for me, I don't hesitate. My tongue slips into his mouth and dances with his.

He matches my speed. My pressure.

His fingers curl into my hips.

I soak up the sensation of his cotton t-shirt. He looks different casual. Feels different too. Like he's ready for some grand adventure.

Or at least a day at the beach.

My hips shift against his. My groans vibrate down his mouth.

I can feel him, hardening against me, and it feels good.

"Oh my god, you two, get a room." Sasha clears her throat.

I jump back.

He stands there, blushing yet confident.

Whereas I'm just blushing.

"This is going to take some serious work, Rome." Sasha shakes her head. "Can't you kiss a woman without taking your dick out?"