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“Remi, I mean it. Remember your goals. Don’t get sidetracked.”
“My goals? Or yours?” I mutter under my breath.
“Don’t be cute.” Her voice is cutting and sharp and she stands up from the table as if looking up at me while she scolds me takes some of the sting out of it.
In truth, there’s no sting in it at all anymore. Any compliance from me is for my sake, not hers. I just let her think she can still intimidate me as a sort of indulgence.
“Be careful. Don’t go catching feelings,” she calls after me as I open the door and step out onto the porch.
Too late.
“I’ll see you later,” I call as I walk out the door.
I cross the driveway to close the distance between us. The small brown paper-wrapped parcel is tucked into the back of my jeans. I want my hands free so I can touch her.
“Hey, what’s up?” I ask as soon as we’re close enough to touch. I have to restrain myself. I want to slide my fingers through her hair and kiss the soft pink center of her lips.
I settle for just gazing down at her beautiful face.
I frown at her.
“You’re not supposed to frown when you see me.” Her lips pucker in disapproval.
I lift her sunglasses off her nose.
“Nah, not frowning at you. I just wanted to see your eyes.” She smiles and bats her eyelashes, in that way she does whenever I pay her a compliment.
Her eyes are my favorite thing about her. At first glance, they’re a deep dark brown. But when the sunlight catches them, they glow an amber that I swear would rival the actual gemstone. I can’t resist placing a kiss right at the turned-up edge of her left one.
I know my mother’s watching from the window and I don’t want to give her a show.
Or ammunition.
Kal, knowing nothing of my mother’s hard-eyed stare, lifts up on her toes and I feel that tingling start. Every time her lips are in proximity to mine, they wake the fuck up. She never wears any lipstick or even ChapStick. Her lips are always naked and they’re smooth and full and so fucking beautiful they’re practically begging to be kissed.
And I can’t deny my lady anything. I lean down and take a taste of her bare-naked lips. They’re the essence of her. Soft, strong, and they need absolutely zero enhancement to make them stand out.
I start to pull away.
“Remi.”
She cups my neck and holds me in place and deepens the kiss. I could do this forever, but I can feel my mother’s eyes burning into my back. I break the kiss.
“Your lips are the sweetest things I’ve ever tasted. I plan on kissing them as much as you’ll let me until I leave for school.”
“So why are you stopping now?” She pouts and pulls me back.
I pull away again. “My mother is inside watching everything we do from that window.” I jerk my thumb over my shoulder.
“She is?” She stands on her tiptoes and peers in the direction I’m pointing.
“Yes.”
“She knows we’re dating, right?”
“Yeah, but…” I trail off and hate that this is even a conversation.
“She doesn’t like me much,” she says.
