But before I can open the door, a hand grabs mine and pulls me backward.My gasp gets caught in my throat as I’m pulled into a room.
And then Brant’s lips are on mine.
My hands fly to his hair, threading through the dark strands as I kiss him back.
I don’t know which room we’re in: could be the janitor’s closet or an empty office, but it’s dark, and it’s private, and all I can feel is him.
He pulls back, breathless, eyes hungry.
“You look incredible,” Brant murmurs roughly.“The second you walked in, I was desperate to kiss you.”
My hands fist in his shirt, anchoring myself because my legs feel unsteady.“I couldn’t stop staring at you either.”
His hands slide down the sides of my dress, fingertips grazing my waist.
“You look so beautiful,” he says again.
“My dad warned me to wear something appropriate tonight.”
Brant smirks.“I like you in inappropriate clothing… and out of it.”
I blink slowly.“Only you get to see me in inappropriate clothing.Is that what you’re saying?”
His smirk deepens as he leans closer, lips grazing my jaw.“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
We kiss again, deeper this time, like it’s the only language we speak.I barely manage to pull away, breath catching.
“I should get out of here,” I whisper against his lips.
Brant groans softly.“I wish you didn’t.But yeah… I guess I’ll go back to watching you from afar like some pathetic man.”
I laugh under my breath.“Can you meet me later?”
His eyes flash.“Depends.Will I get to find out what inappropriate clothing you’re hiding under that dress?”
I lean up, brushing my lips against his ear.“I’m not hiding anything.I’m not wearing anything under this dress.”
His groan is more like a growl this time.“This is officially the most painful party I’ve ever attended.”
I smirk.“Want to leave now?Meet at your place in half an hour, while the party’s still going?”
“Definitely.I’ll see you there.”He kisses me once more, but this time, it’s more passionate, and I feel the heat of it all the way down to my toes.
I slip into the bathroom, heart fluttering against my ribs like it wants out.
A couple of nurses glance at me curiously as I pass, and I don’t blame them.When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I wince.
Lipstick smeared, my cheeks flushed, and my hair a little messy.My look is screaming that I made out with someone.And then it dawns on me his mouth might have my lipstick… God, I hope he cleaned himself up before returning to the party.
Though, a part of me likes the idea of him walking around with my lipstick on him.As if I claimed him as mine.
I freeze at that thought.
What the hell is happening to me?
The music fades, and someone taps the mic.
The speeches are starting.
