Page 34 of More Than My Hometown

Pulling into the parking lot, my heart leaps as I see the caravan of charter buses lined up on the far side of the lot, groups of students and parents still milling about.

Oh, thank goodness…

I throw the car into park and launch myself out of it, running across the pavement toward where Ewan is standing talking to Chet and some of the other chaperones.

“Ewan!”

He spins around, eyes going wide, breaking away from the group and rushing over to meet me.

“Maisey.”

He bends down to greet me, scooping me up in his arms and holding on tight as my feet leave the ground. I bury my face in his neck, inhaling the deep, musky scent, letting myself get lost in him. His lips press lightly against the curve of my neck, a chill rippling down my spine, and I know that I can’t hold back any longer.

“I’m so glad I caught you.”

“I didn’t realize I needed to be caught,” he jokes, setting me back down.

“You did,” I pant, taking half a step back, but not letting go of him.

“And what are you going to do with me now that you caught me?”

There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, as if he’s issuing me a challenge. One that I’m not only accepting, but am going to demolish.

“I’m going to kiss you.”

Fire flashes in Ewan’s eyes, and that’s all the signal I need.

Tightening my grip around his neck, I push to my toes, yanking him into me and pressing my mouth to his. Instantly, everything hushes, except for the sound of my pulse rushing through my veins. Ewan’s lips are soft and strong, letting me run the show, even though he’s more than capable of taking over at any point. It’s an intoxicating feeling, knowing that I’m in control. One I can’t get enough of.

Or maybe that’s Ewan I can’t get enough of. The taste of him. The feel of him against me like this. Of him holding me this tightly, in public, declaring that he’s mine.

I try to deepen the kiss, seeking his tongue with mine, but I can’t get the right angle. Whimpering, I try again, pushing up more on my toes, my lack of height proving to be an issue. Ewan smiles, the curve of his lips as he continues to kiss me tickling mine, his hands moving into my hair. Leaning down, he adjusts our angle, giving me the leverage I was looking for and taking this to a whole new level.

One that I will never recover from.

Off in the distance, a whistle blows, startling me. I pull back, the real world sneaking in, reminding me where we are. Who we’re around. And that we might want to behave.

“Fuuuuck, Maisey…”