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eighteen
Max
Sophie had aknack for making time fly.
The wedding was in Everstom, which was an hour outside of town, but the drive felt like ten minutes.
Of course, that was probably because she was wildly honest, which was wildly entertaining.
For example, we’d been in the car for a solid five minutes before she said, “So the kiss the other night.”
“What about it?” I asked, surprised she was bringing it up.
Side note: I was being very careful to keep my eyes on the road and not on her.
Because I knew I’d sounded like a moron at her apartment, but swear to God I’d been rendered fucking speechless by the sight of her. The off-the-shoulder dress; the sleek, straightened blond hair; the shiny red lips—she looked like a goddamn work of art.
And her black high heels? They had me obscenely distracted.
“Istillcan’t stop thinking about it,” she said, a laugh in her voice. “I mean, it was so good, right?”
“It—”
“Actually, maybe it wasn’t for you, I don’t know,” she interrupted, but she wasn’t saying it like she was insecure about it. She was saying it matter-of-factly. “And I don’t care. That was the magicalthing about the kiss—youdidn’t matter at all. Technically you kind of could’ve been anyone.”
“What?”What the fuck?
“No, I mean, you’re a great kisser and all, for sure. But for me, the realization that I was doing it for myself—that I was getting whatIwanted from your mouth—was what made it the best kiss I’ve ever kissed. In a weird way, I was kind of kissing myself.”
“Thatisvery weird,” I said. I understood what she was saying but still found myself irritated by the brush-off. She might’ve been focused on her own wants, but I’d been the one delivering, damn it.
“You get what I’m saying, though, right?” she asked, and I could see in my periphery that she was taking out her lipstick from her clutch. “It was wildly freeing—probably what it feels like to be a man.”
“Not all men are selfish pricks,” I said. “I care what people think and what they want when I kiss them, just like you.”
“Yeah, I could see that about you,” she agreed as she pulled down the visor. “Well, take it from me, Parks, my experimental kiss was an eye-opening experience.”
I glanced away from the road and saw her reapply red lipstick to those perfect lips. The motion was almost hypnotizing, and I didn’t want to look away.
Except the lane-change warning on the truck beeped, jerking my attention back to the road.
“Y’know,” I said, feeling instantly better as an idea formed in my head. “I like that idea, kissing for yourself.”
“Right?” she said, sounding pleased with herself. “Ten out of ten, would recommend.”
“So can I try it after the wedding?”
“What?” I could see in my peripheral vision that her head had whipped around in my direction. “What does that mean?”
“It just means that you’ve made it sound absolutely game-changing, and I would love to try it.” I hit the blinker and merged onto the off-ramp. “Can I please kiss you after the wedding and see what it’s like to kiss for myself?”
“Of course,” she said, but her voice had changed, had gotten slightly huskier. “Happy to share my experience with my partner in crime.”
“Excellent,” I said, working hard to keep the smile off my face.
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The wedding was at a country club, and my brand-new F-250 was definitely the sketchiest car the valets were handed keys for. As we walked inside, I put my hand on Sophie’s lower back, totally out of habit.
