When he pulled back, I couldn’t help but let a dopey smile take over my face. “I’m sorry, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” I said softly.
“I don’t care one bit,” he said in return. “I just needed to be close to you.”
“Well, you’re a lot better than the last guy I let kiss me in this tree house,” I teased.
“The last guy? You invite all your dates up here?” he asked, pulling back from me. His brow was furrowed, and the scowl that crossed his face made me wonder if I’d taken it too far.
“The only other boy who has ever been up here was Robbie Miller when we were sixteen. I snuck him up here after letting him take me to the movies,” I giggled. It felt like it was a whole other lifetime ago that I’d done that. “He made an attempt at rounding second base, but he had trouble with my bra.”
“I don’t know how I feel about you letting Robbie Miller cop a feel,” Travis growled, before muttering under his breath, “cocky little shit.”
“Well, my first choice wasn’t available,” I said, trying to be coy. Did I really want to admit this to him?
“Robbie Miller wasn’t your first choice? I figured by the time you were in high school he would have been every girl’s dream.”
“Oh, he was. If they had only known he was all thumbs.”
Travis barked out a laugh that echoed off the walls of the small room. His sandy hair looked almost golden the way the sunlight hit it as he turned his whole body to face me. Those soul-stealing brown eyes were laser focused on me, and I took a second to revel in the feeling. I'd longed to be on the receiving end of those looks for so long. I'd always wondered what I would feel in the moment, and now that it was here, I still wasn’t sure what I felt. It was a mix of nerves and excitement, with a tingle of lust hovering right above my skin.
He moved in closer, wrapping an arm around my waist, tugging me into his lap. He pressed his forehead against mine and let out a low, almost inaudible growl that lit a fire down deep in me.
“I’m going to make you forget all about Robbie Miller.”