“Did you?” I ask timidly. “Get back together with her?”
“Nope.”
I breathe a sigh of relief–both because he isn’t with her, and because he’s finally using words again.
“So you’re single?”
“Yes.”
“Absolutely, positively?”
“Yes.”
“Thank God,” I mutter, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him closer until our lips crash together.
It’s better than I remember. In fact, it puts our last kiss to shame. Without hesitation, he grips my waist with one hand, the other fisting my hair at the nape of my neck, drawing me in closer.
My hands leave his face, arms looping around his neck as I fight to eliminate any remaining space between us. Our first kiss was slow, and sweet–this one is all fire.
His mouth leaves mine, my whine of protest quickly turning to a gasp as he kisses down the side of my face, nipping the sensitive skin behind my ear.
I press my body into his, desperately wanting to feel more than just his lips. When I feel him turn hard against me, I whimper softly, heat rushing through me when I hear a low growl in return.
At this moment, nothing else exists–there’s only me and Griffin, and the way our bodies fit together perfectly, like they always knew this was right and were just waiting for our brains to catch up.
“On your left!”
We jump apart, startled as a biker whizzes past us. Our breathing heavy, he looks as dazed as I feel. It’s everything I ever wanted, and infinitely more.
Without breaking eye contact, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials a number, his eyes still blazing as he lifts it to his ear.
“You guys are uninvited tonight.”
I giggle, bringing my fingertips to my lips as I hear David yelling on the other end until Griffin hangs up on him.
“My house. Now.”
My face heats again, his gravelly voice thick with desire. His tone leaves no room for argument, and all I can do is nod in agreement as his hand slips into mine and he leads me back to his truck.
Chapter 31
Griffin
March, Age 18
Ican barely focus on the drive back to my house, but I’m intensely aware of three things–first, as much as I want to fuckingfloor it, getting pulled over would slow me down a hell of a lot more than just going the speed limit. Also I might deck the cop, and that wouldreallyset me back.
Second, my hand was made to grip the thigh of the girl in my passenger seat. I’ve never felt anything softer than her skin, or anything that feels more like home than her hand resting on top of mine.
Third, Eleanor loves me.
Oh shit, I didn’t say it back.
Glancing sideways, I catch her biting her lip, cheeks still flushed, chest rising and falling with the breath she hasn’t quite caught yet–which I know for a fact, because my breathing is just as off kilter as hers.
Pulling my eyes away from her and back to the road takes every bit of effort I have in me, but I’ve got to get this girl home.Mygirl.
The thought has me grinning like a damn fool, and when I feel her gaze on me, I look over again quickly and see my smile mirrored on her face. She reaches up, running her fingers through my hair, then settling her hand on my face, stroking my cheek with her thumb.
