Page 243 of Worth the Trip

Enough.

“Oh.”

His eyes cut toward mine. “Hershey.”

“What?”

“You kissed me while I’m carrying you.”

“I kiss you frequently.”

“Current positioning made it hostile.”

I did it again.

His arms tightened securely around me.

“Nolani.”

“Hmm?”

“You enjoying yourself?”

“Very much.”

He stared.

I smiled.

“See? Now that answer belongs to me.”

“Woman, you becoming a problem.”

“Selective problem.”

He stopped walking.

The parking lot lights caught his eyes.

“You really gon’ steal all my material?”

“Available resources.”

His laugh came low.

Then he kissed my forehead, my cheek, and the edge of my lips.

I turned my face.

The next one met him fully.

When we separated, his forehead rested against mine.

“You still want me carrying you?”

“Yes.”

No consideration necessary.