“She was getting on my nerves. Demi wanted to ask you out, and I couldn’t—” I couldn’t tell him why I was incapable of allowing her to ask him.
Reece would’ve said yes, and seeing him with her would’ve destroyed me.
But what if I was taking his one big love away from him that way? Could I really have been this cruel to him? What if they were meant to be together?
“I’m really sor—” I never got to voice my apology because Reece cut me off in a way I never thought he ever would.
He kissed me. So quickly that I barely even realized it. One second, his lips were pressed to mine, and the next, they weren’t.
It was my first kiss ever, and I wanted him to do it again. And again. And again. And maybe… maybe once more, just to be sure that really happened.
But instead, I sucked in a breath. My cheeks heated up, and I immediately brought both of my hands to my face to hide the blush that was probably as red as a warning sign right now.
My stomach was fluttering, and I had goosebumps all over my body. Perhaps it was my anxiety. No, actually, I knew it was, but it wasn’t as scary as it normally was.
Sure, some part of my brain was running wild with theories.
What if Reece just kissed me as part of a bet? But Colin and Dad would decapitate him if that was the reason, and Reece knew that.
What if he just lost balance, ended up with his mouth on mine, and never meant to kiss me? Sounded plausible to me.
What if… just… what. If.
Then suddenly, Reece jumped off my bed, and I finally removed my hands from my face to see why.
Both of his hands pushed right into his hair as he pulled on the ends of it while he paced up and down my room. “Your dad is going tokillme!” He didn’t even look at me.
I wish I was able to form words, but I couldn’t. I was so shocked and confused by what just happened that not a single word was present in my vocabulary. None except for: “Je veux être ta petite amie, idiot.”
He stopped pacing and looked at me. “Fuck, Brooke?—”
“Don’t curse.” I pointed my finger at him warningly. He might’ve not had any younger siblings, but I had. The last thing I wanted was for them to learn bad words at a young age.
Reece chuckled for a split second, but then the amusement died before he said what I refused to believe he did. “I want to kiss you again.”
Still, I stood and walked up to him. Reece was taller than me, even though I was older by a little over a month. I was never intimidated by his height until this moment.
He stood about one and a half heads taller than me—I inherited my birth mother’s height. He had to look down so our eyes met when my chest was pressed to his body. His hands found my waist immediately, holding me.
“I think I’ve wanted to kiss you since we were like… three.” A humorless and embarrassed chuckle left him. He didn’t notice, but my eyes slowly filled up with tears at his admission. “I never did because, God, could you imagine what your dad would’ve done with me if I ever did?”
I nodded because, yes, I could imagine what he would’vedone. Dad was very protective of me. Of all of his kids, actually.
Both of my hands found Reece’s jaw as I enveloped his face. “Are you still mad because of Demi?”
“Mad?” Reece laughed at that. “I was never mad to begin with, Brooke. If you didn’t threaten her, I—shit, Brooke, I don’t think I ever would’ve kissed you. And you have absolutely no idea how badly I want to do it again. And again. And aga?—”
I pulled his face down to mine and pressed my lips to his.
Truthfully, I didn’t know if I was doing this correctly. Was there a thing such as the right way to kiss? If so, I did it wrong, and that worried me.
What if I was the world’s worst kisser?
No… or maybe?
As we pulled apart, Reece brought his forehead down to mine. His eyes were still closed, even when he asked, “Was that your first kiss?”
I sighed. “Was I that bad?”
