“What?” I breathe out.
She grins. “You heard me. Pucker up, big boy.”
“You're insane,” I say, laughing. “Are they really there or do you just want to kiss me that badly, Hacks?”
“I dont think I’m the one who wants this badly, Milesy,” she says, making a very suggestive nod to my hard-on. “It’s concerning how you’re turned on even when we're fighting.”
Fuck it.
I don't need any other reason to kiss her.
I let her pull me in, letting her take the lead on this one since I was the one who initiated the kiss at the gala. She slowly rises to her tiptoes, her sweet perfume slowly reaching my brain as she gently brushes her nose against mine. I’m practically panting, waiting for her to turn her head and reach my mouth. Of course she does the unimaginable and kisses my bottom lip before pulling on it with her teeth. My eyes flutter closed for a second but I force them to stay open and I catch the smug smile that has spread across her face.
She finally does what I’ve been waiting for but the moment is all too fleeting as the kiss is just that; a kiss. It lasts maybe three seconds before she pulls back, leaving me wanting more and more and more.
“Now that we’ve kissed and made up, turn your frown upside down and look like that was the best kiss of your life,” she demands, linking her fingers within mine, turning us towards the car again.
*
We manage to make through the rest of the movie with no more slip ups. She keeps still on my lap and when she holds my hand again, she doesn’t do that thumb thing that makes me want to kiss her again.
I touched her for too long at the gala and she got payback. That's all it is. Now we're even and we can make sure this stays pretend.
Rule. Number. Three.
When I drive her back to her apartment, we barely say anything as this strange energy crackles between us and I can’t bear the tension anymore so I grab her arm before she tries to leave. She turns to me, a funny look on her face and I loosen my grip.
“We’re going to be fine. You know that, right?”
“If you say so, Davis,” she says sarcastically.
“Can you drop the act for one fucking minute and be real with me,” I say, trying not be frustrated. “When you stress out, you stress me out. So please, know that it’s going to be okay. I need you to know that I’ve got you. That you can trust me.”
I watch the exact second that her face relaxes. She needed to hear this as much as I needed to say it. “I trust you. I do. But it’s just scary. You know, if this doesn’t work.”
“But it will. If you let me try for you, it’s going to work.”
“Okay,” she sighs.
“Okay?”
“Okay,” she says again, rolling her eyes. “Thank you for today. I’ll remember not to wear shorts next time. Oh, or leave my hair down. Or do anything that could possibly drive you crazy.”
“That will be the last time I ever tell you anything, Wrenny,” I say, laughing. She flips me off before hopping out of the car and walking up to her apartment.
I take it back.
I don’t think dating Wren Hackerly is the best thing to happen to me.
It’s going to be the thing that destroys me.
CHAPTER 18
miles
After having to snuggle up next to Wren at the Drive-in and our kiss, I’m praying that in some way, this hockey game will give me more reasons to touch her in public. I know it's pathetic but touching her is like a drug. Once I've had one hit, I just want more. And more. And more. Until I can't anymore.
I’m putting on my jacket, ready to leave when my phone lights up with a text. It’s Wren.
