Pulling away, I traced her lips with one finger and kissed her one last time. I licked the tip of my forefinger and groaned when her eyes followed my movement like a hawk.
“You don’t play fair,” she whispered.
I waggled my eyebrows. “Never.”
She leaned into me, gently nipping my jaw-line. “We should ask them to wrap the food up.”
“I’m good with that,” I said, burying my face in her neck, inhaling her scent. She smelled like orchids and chocolate. “You smell good.”
Rissa stiffened in my arms. “Oh shit.”
Frowning, I pulled back. “What’s wrong?”
“Gemma’s here.”
I glanced at the door where Gemma stood with another woman. When I arrived in town, we’d planned to get together, but our schedules didn’t line up. Tomorrow, though, we planned to hook up and shoot the breeze. “Hm,” I said. “Who is that with her?”
“What if she sees us?” Rissa asked.
Here’s the thing. We’d never discussed the very real possibility that one of our siblings or our parents would find out about us. It was kind of assumed that we were keeping things lowkey because we both valued our privacy, not because we were hiding.
I stared at her. “Does that bother you?”
“Shouldn’t it?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I don’t care either.”
She blew out a shaky breath. “But I do.”
My shoulders fell. “Okay.”
Rissa gasped again and ducked when the hostess walked Gemma and her friend over to a table. “Did they sit down yet?” she whispered.
I glanced over at Gemma, who hadn’t even noticed I was there. “Yes.”
Slowly, Rissa sat up straight, smoothing a hand over her hair. “I’m sorry. That was pretty awkward.”
“Very,” I agreed.
“You don’t have to tell me I’m acting like a crazy-ass, paranoid teenager.”
“Glad you know that.”
“It’s embarrassing really.”
“Why do you care if Gemma saw us?”
“I’m just not ready for everyone to know about us.”
I studied her silently for a moment. “Are you ashamed?”
“No,” she said. “Of course not.”
“What is it?”
“It’s just . . .” She bit down on her bottom lip. “It’s not like we’ve defined what, and who, we are to each other. Why go public when we’re not sure what we’re doing?”
I understood that. But . . . “Whatarewe doing?”
