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That’s the moment something gets very lost in translation, because instead of spinning this in any direction, he takes a step closer. And another one. Until we’re sharing personal space. My personal space.
Fuck’s sake! This is why you should never delegate.
“Uh…” I say.
He leans forward.
My eyes widen.
“What’re you?—”
That’s about as far as I get because his mouth is dangerously close to mine now, and that cuts off the rest of the question.
He tilts his head a tiny bit… and gives me the world’s quickest, most chaste peck on the lip. Yeah, lip. Just the one. The lower lip is the chosen one for some reason. I’m desperately trying not to laugh, because in my head I’m now ranking all the kisses I’ve ever received, and Ryker comes in dead last. Looking at him, you wouldn’t think he’d be so low.
He straightens up.
“That was…” He has that look on his face. The one people get when they’re trying and failing to say something nice.
“Great,” he finishes.
The motherfucker adds a thumbs-up.
Like I’m the one who’s responsible for the lousy kiss.
The fuck?
I didn’t try and make out with somebody’s lower lip. This shit kiss is not on me.
Everything else about me might be a bit iffy. Personality. Goals in life. Relationships with people—whatever else.
But I am not a bad kisser!
My legs move before my brain catches up. My hand wraps behind the back of Ryker’s neck. Body against body.
We’ll have take two of that kiss.
Right the fuck now.
I crush my mouth down on his.
He’s very still for a moment.
There’s a loud, clear oh shit moment where I kind of realize I’ve miscalculated pretty horribly. How do you prove to somebody you’re an excellent kisser when they’re not willing to participate in the kiss?
But then Ryker leans in, and then he’s definitely kissing me back.
There’s a moment of triumph. A smug, satisfying moment of triumph. A pleasant side effect of winning. It’s made all the better by the fact that I’ve been seriously lacking in that department for a long time.
This is how it’s done.
And then he ruins my smugness.
He breathes out. Into my mouth. A short burst of air against my lips.
Hands go into my hair. His grip tightens. Mouth still on mine, his right hand loosens and slides down the side of my neck.
Something jolts inside my stomach.
