Page 54 of A Love Like Candle Light

"Some people hearing you say 'I do,' it changes what exactly?" Her jaw drops and she slowly blinks at me. "Your divorce is through?" I ask, even though I know the answer.

“Yes. Of course.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.

"Do you have any intention of getting back with him?"

She vehemently shakes her head.

"Then I don't give a fuck." The lights in the main square dim, the first firework flies up into the sky with a high-pitched whistle.

"Kylie?" I swipe a strand of her hair behind her ear and keep my hand right there at her cheek. She nudges her face into it like a cat and closes her eyes. I smile. My heart beats into my throat even louder than the fireworks exploding.

"Okay then," she mumbles, her eyes fluttering open.

"Okay what?"

"We're dating. But you know what we should be doing?"

"What is that?" I ask.

She slides her hands up my shoulders and places her fingers at the back of my neck, thumbs playing with my hair and sending a shiver down my spine.

"Kissing." She nods. "I really think we should be kissing."

“Your wish is my command.”

I lean in, eyes locked with hers. For a moment, I freeze, only a breath away from her lips, heart beating louder than the first fireworks popping in the distance. I want to burn this moment into my brain so I can remember it forever. Her adorably red cheeks, the fireworks reflecting in her eyes, how she subtly leans into me, as if pulled by a magnet.

Then her long eyelashes flutter as she closes her eyes. The moment my lips find hers and I close my eyes, a bundle of fireworks explodes in the sky and right in my chest.

"Fuck," I mumble against her lips, feeling her mouth stretch into a smile.

Chapter 19

Kylie

He's kissing me. Oh my god, Erik is kissing me.

My heart flutters faster than a hummingbird's wings, and for a moment I freeze. His hand wanders into my hair, but I know he’s gauging my reaction. When he’s on the verge of pulling back, I take a deep breath and let go of my doubts and my anxiety. I let my stomach do flips, and the butterflies inside it dance and melt into his touch.

Relax, Kylie. Enjoy it.

And for once, I have no objections to the voice in my head.

I let my hands wander up his arms, keeping them at the side of his throat, fingertips playing with the hair in the back of his neck. He tastes like chocolate and sugar and so, so right.

This is crazy.

I moved to Wayward Hollow for a new start. Not one moment did I think I’d find someone who feels so right here.

Dating wasn't even on my radar after Zach, but I can't resist him. Not that I’ve tried very hard.

Erik is the kind of guy I dreamed of during lonely nights. A steady presence. Someone who's there. Someone who sees me and makes me feel seen. Who makes my heart pound, just by looking at me.

He's almost too good to be true.

No, fuck this. Too good to be true? I'm a catch. He's a catch.

We can catch each other.