Page 52 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
And he just told me he’s spending the afternoon with me.
I hop on my tiptoes. “Yay!”
I don’t know how it happens—whether I leap into his arms or he reaches for me—but he spins me around in a hug, and then his mouth descends to mine.
This time there istongue.
A moan rips from me the moment he invades my mouth like a starving man.
And I am here for it.
I shove my hand into his hair and scale him like a free solo alpinist. His big hand lands on my ass, and the other cradles my head, maneuvering me exactly how he wants me.
Mmm. I’m kissing Ben Rodriguez. It’s my freshman-year fantasy come true.
But then his touch turns sweet. Soft. His lips linger against mine for a blissful moment, and I breathe him in.
I open my eyes slowly and find him already looking at me. I’m not usually a shy person, but something about the way he stares at me makes me feel like I’m falling over a precipice.
He grazes his lips against mine. Once. Twice. And then he smiles. “Such a hardship.”
I laugh as I remember our conversation this morning. Gently, he tilts my head before his mouth descends to mine again.
Olly coughs. “Yeah, so much for a beard. Y’all are just headed for the real deal, huh?”
I have no idea what he’s talking about, but before I can ask what he means, Ben breaks the kiss, tells him to “shut the fuck up,” and marches me over to the rafts.
I’m in a daze as we pick out a two-person raft, which is basically a big inner tube with a plastic bottom across the hole so you can sunbathe. Olly and Amelia also grab a big one, but Janelle and Johnny grab smaller tubes.
I’m tempted to think that kiss was more than just for show, but I realize I can’t trust my feelings anymore.
Even if I want to
