Page 179 of Pumpkin Spice Promises

Just got here.

Beau

Good.

Carson

That’s twice you’ve checked.

Beau

Planning to make it three.

My stomach flipped. Gerald was telling Meme something about pumpkins, but I barely heard him.

Carson

Getting possessive Jones?

Beau

No.

Another message followed.

Beau

Just like knowing you’re safe.

That shouldn’t have been sexier than flirting. Yet somehow it was. I thought about Saturday night for the hundredth time. His hand on my face. The fence between us. The way he’d waited. I typed before fear could stop me.

Carson

I keep thinking about kissing you.

I stared at it, wished I hadn’t hit send as I stared at the little delivered.

My pulse went wild as three dots appeared.

Beau

You have no idea how hard I’m trying to behave right now.

Heat rushed through me.

Carson

Maybe I don’t want you to.

This time his response took longer, and I but my lip while holding my breath.

Beau

Carson.

Carson

Goodnight, Beau.