“Nothing.” Just thinking about a future that’ll never happen.
“You look annoyed, did I do something to annoy you?”
“No.” You’re perfect, too fucking perfect.
“Are you sure?” He squeezes at my hips.
“Yep,” I squeak, a little too quickly. “Positive.”
“Definitely?”
I chuckle before doing something stupid. Something I told myself I need to stop doing.
I fucking kiss him.
And I’m pissed at myself because kissing him is starting to become one of my favorite things to do.
The kiss is anything but gentle. It’s raw, intense, and filled with a desperate longing that leaves me breathless. My fingers weave through his hair, pulling him closer, and I can’t help but groan as his tongue twirls around mine, igniting a fire deep within me.
And then it’s ruined by an awkward coughing coming from behind us.
I move away from Greyson like my body is on fire, and my cheeks tinge pink from being caught.
Callie opens the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and then turns to face us. “Having fun?” She smirks as she glances between the two of us.
My finger inches to my ear lobe, pulling at it nervously. “We were just practicing.” I lie.
She chuckles under her breath. “Sure, if that’s what you want to tell yourself.”
“No, honestly, we were!”
Who am I kidding?
“And I’m in love with Chase.” She deadpans.
“Wait, you are?” Greyson gasps.
She snorts and I shake my head. “She’s being sarcastic.” I tell him.
“I don’t understand.” He looks at me, confusion written across his face.
“Are we not playing a game about who can come up with the most ridiculous lie?” She muses, leaning her hip against the kitchen door.
I shoot her a glare. I hate how she’s the one person who can see through my bullshit, and she’s not afraid to call me out on it—even if it’s making subtle hints.
“Well, I’m off to work,” she says, taking a step back. “Oh, and by the way…” She glances between the two of us. “The popcorn was done five minutes ago, but I suppose you were both too engrossed in yourpracticingto notice.”
Kill me now.
Chapter 41
Greyson
Laying with my arms tuckedunder my head, I stare up at the ceiling and purse my lips.
Strumming my fingers against my phone, I wait impatiently for the text that’s due to come through any second.
And once my phone pings, a smile spreads across my lips as I sit up and look down at it.
