Our faces are so close, our lips just inches apart. I start to make a move, but then Bess looks away, down at the hay covered floor.
Deep breath.
I stand a little straighter and gaze off at a blank space in the wall for a second. We’re still holding each other, still swaying to the music, but I can tell she’s not ready to take it further. I let my chin rest on top of her head and she giggles.
I look into her hazel eyes, squeeze her hips, pulling her against me for just a second before loosening my grip. Any more movements like that and I might explode in my pants. Not cool, Josh.
“Thanks for coming with me,” I whisper.
Her hands inch down a bit until she’s holding onto the tops of my shoulders. “I thought you were going to kiss me,” she whispers back, her cheeks pink.
“I thought I was, too,” I say, my feet shuffling as we sway to the music. “You didn’t seem like you wanted me to.”
“Not in public,” she says, biting on her lip again. All that little gesture does is call attention to her lips, which I desperately want on mine.
“You wanna go somewhere private?” I ask, knowing she’ll probably say no.
She grins. And says yes.
