Page 135 of Where Roads Lead

“No?” I laughed. “Not a fan of that?”

“Give me a year, and then maybe I’ll feel comfortable seeing the two of you in the same room again,” he said before coming back to claim my mouth once more.

He worked his way down to my neck, leaving me breathless and feverish as if I’d never been kissed before.

And damn, he was making me think I hadn’t.

At least, not like this.

Wow.

Kissing had always been mundane. Sometimes pleasant, but usually more of a chore than anything.

I should’ve known it would be different with Will.

My hands gripped his face, holding him still in a desperate attempt to make sure he kept doing whatever it was he was doing to make it like this.

And then, suddenly, he stopped. A whimper escaped me as he pulled away, taking his lips with him.

“Why’d you do it, anyway?”

“Do what?” I tried to pull him back.

“Go out with him,” he clarified. “I would’ve taken you to the stupid festival if you wanted to go.”

“You would’ve?”

I was oddly touched.

“Of course I would have.”

And then, as if that was all the time he could spare for words, he dove back into me, lips meeting mine once more.

“I was just doing what you suggested,” I said between kisses. “Putting myself out there.”

“I meant with me, smartass.”

“Oh,” I said, eyes widening in realization. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” He kissed me again. “Oh.”

“I hadn’t picked up on that.” I laughed against his lips.

“Clearly,” he muttered. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have been on a date with fucking Theo.”

I pulled back, bracing my hands on his chest as I stared at him, barely suppressing a laugh.

“Isn’t Theo your friend?”

“It doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have kicked his ass if he tried anything with you.”

I smirked, some lesser part of me pleased by this blatant display of jealousy over my wildly unremarkable date.

“So possessive, William.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Apparently.”