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“Yeah, same here.” I backtrack, clearing my throat again. “I mean the sex part. But I’m sure that’s obvious, considering I haven’t kissed anybody.”
I think I’m rambling. I feel kind of sweaty, too.
Wendy pops up from the swing and holds a hand out to me. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“Just for a little walk.”
Theo and Monica are lost in their own world, so I fight back my nerves and accept Wendy’s offer, clutching her hand in mine and standing from the swing. We stroll through the park, hand in hand, as a light early-summer breeze skims our faces. “So…”
“So,” she repeats through a laugh. “Are you going to kiss me or what?”
“What?”
We stop walking, and Wendy swivels toward me, a timid smile still in place. “The ‘what’ wasn’t an actual option, you know.”
She bites her lip again, and I drop my gaze to the gesture. Gritting my teeth together, I inhale sharply. “Right. I know.”
“Well? Are you?”
No. Maybe. Probably. Yes.
My heart thumps wildly. “I’m thinking about it.” Cursing myself for being a chickenshit, I scrub a palm down my face and tell my jackknifing heart to shut up. Then I raise both hands and cup her cheeks, maybe a little too roughly. She gasps in surprise, so I loosen my grip. “Sorry…”
Wendy’s tongue pokes out to moisten her lips as she glances at mine. “I’m not.”
“This is okay?”
“Yes. It’s more than okay. It’s what I’ve been thinking about for years.”
“Years, huh?” Gnawing at the inside of my cheek, I flick my thumbs across her jaw. “That’s a long time to be thinking about kissing someone.”
“I’m certain it’ll be worth the wait.”
We exchange a glance before I lean in, my breaths coming quickly and unsteadily. Nerves sweep through me, and I beg my body not to tremor so I seem like an inexperienced fool. I part my lips, and so does she. Dipping closer, I inhale a final breath before closing the gap between us, my mouth fusing with hers. I kiss her lightly at first, just a tickle or caress. We just kind of hover, her hands lifting to my hips and resting along my belt.
Wendy makes a little squeaky sound, something like a gasp. I take it as an invitation to kiss her deeper, flicking my tongue against her upper lip. She makes the sound again, louder this time.
And then her tongue plunges into my mouth, making me teeter and causing my skin to flush hot. It almost feels like an out-of-body experience as I cup her face between my palms, the tips of my fingers twining through her hair while we kiss.
She holds me tighter, our lower bodies pressed together. I wonder if she feels what my body is doing. I wonder if it scares her.
“Brant,” she whispers in a scratchy voice, pulling away slightly. “You’re a really good kisser.”
My eyes flutter closed. “Am I?”
I feel her nod in my grip. “I’d like to keep kissing you. All night if you’ll let me.”
“Yeah, I’d like…” I’m about to concede. My body is begging me to concede. But something stops me, and I pull back farther, opening my eyes. I told June I’d be home early enough to read her a birthday bedtime story. “Actually, I should probably go. I promised June I’d read her a book before bed since it’s her birthday, and it’s getting pretty late.”
Wendy’s forehead furrows as she slicks her tongue along her lips. “You want to stop kissing just to read your little sister a story?”
I’m not sure I like the implication woven into her tone. “Yes.” Then I add, “And she’s not my sister.”
“Okay, then.” She pulls away from me, smoothing out her hair. “Have fun.”
“You sound angry.”
