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“So, tell me a little more about your house. How come you chose to build it here on the property?”
He takes a deep breath and reaches for his glass of wine. The drink he takes is even bigger than the one I took, and something about it makes me match his. We’re now sitting here with empty glasses and Tommy refills them with a heavier pour this time.
“I don’t know why I chose to build it here. It felt like the right thing to do...” He falls short of finishing his thought, his words cut off by an admission he fails to say out loud.
“Sometimes what you once believed was the right thing now feels like a lie,” I say, knowing I’ve been there. It’s not so much regret as it feels false, like you’ve lied to yourself.
“Yeah, I guess that’s a good way to look at it. I love the house and the land and being here, but it feels like it keeps me from...” He stops short again, shrugging his shoulders.
Simultaneously we pick up our glasses, drinking again and for every drink we take, we certainly haven’t eaten enough. This nervous energy swirls around us, making my stomach flutter and making this wine go down far too easy.
I watch his mouth on the rim of the glass, his tongue slipping out and wetting his lips as he sets the glass down. The rise and fall of his chest, the hard swallow that shifts his throat, and each one of these things becomes more pronounced as I begin to notice the small things about him, small things that draw me to him and make me want to stay.
Before we know it the bottle of wine is gone and we’re halfway through a second bottle, but that awkwardness has sure faded, and it’s been replaced with a giddiness that only comes from being tipsy.
“Did you know I can touch my tongue to my nose?” I ask, like he would have a clue that I can do this. It’s not like it’s a skill that’s used to sell wine in the tasting room.
“That’s some serious talent. See that, I thought you could just raise bees, but this is another level kind of shit. Let’s see it,” Tommy says, but his words are slurred a little and it makes me giggle like a desperate teenage girl.
I stick my tongue out, extending it out and touching the tip of my nose.
“Ta dah!” I announce, throwing my arms out to the side as if I’ve just done something worthy of applause.
“Okay, now I thought it would be gross, but it was kinda hot,” Tommy says, winking at me and laughing.
“Why do you always gotta give me shit?” I whine, shoving him as we stand in the kitchen still, but as soon as my hand connects with the bare skin on his arm, I feel it. It’s like an electric shock. The wine is now in full effect and I’m starting to think I won’t be able to get home unless I call an Über. “Tell me something you can do.”
“I don’t have a clue,” he replies lamely.
“Sometimes you’re such an ass. Have fun once in a while, Tommy Andrews. Live a little. You don’t always have to be so—”
Before I can finish my thought, Tommy’s muscular arms close around me, his rough, calloused hand slides around my neck and he pulls my mouth to his.
The surprise of his kiss pulls the air from my lungs and makes my lips burn for more, for it to never stop. This is probably a terrible idea, but I can’t bring myself to care and he kisses me long enough for me to forget all the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this. It’s with lust and desperation, and it breathes life back into me, reminding me why boys can be so fucking great.
His mouth moves to my neck, biting and sucking and kissing and I take in a hard breath of air, asking, “What are you doing?” But silently pleading for him not to stop.
“Someone told me to live a little.” He pulls back, looking at me. The brown of his eyes is nearly lost, his pupils wide and full of desire and the swell of his lips makes me want to kiss him again.
“Kiss me again,” I say, my words quiet, but telling. “Kiss me until you’re sick of me and you tell me to go home.”
“Don’t go home.”
Chapter Eighteen
Tommy
Live a little.
That’s what she said, and in this moment, that’s exactly what I’m doing. And honestly, I really don’t care if it’s wrong or a bad idea or possibly fueled by too much alcohol, because the second I start kissing Penny I realize I don’t ever want to stop kissing her.
“Tommy…” she groans as my tongue traces her bottom lip.
I feel her hands fist the material of my t-shirt, pulling me closer as she slides them underneath and over the bare skin of my back. Her touch feels like tiny jolts of electricity across my skin and this time it’s me groaning.
I trail a path of kisses along her jaw again, nipping at her ear before kissing and sucking her neck. Her skin is warm and soft and smells of sandalwood from the soap in my shower and I can’t stop myself from inhaling, from breathing her in. Her head falls back, giving me more access, which I take full advantage of; my mouth dipping lower into the V of my t-shirt that she’s wearing.
“Fuck,” she moans, as her hands grip my hair, pressing my face into her skin almost in encouragement.
