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“Lose it faster,” she whispers, and I’m done.
I think I knew this was inevitable from the moment I stepped on the Glenmont running track. I’ve certainly hoped it would be, despite the many, many reasons why it shouldn’t.
She kisses me first this time, and it’s just as eerily incredible as it was in Josh’s backyard.
It’s not awkward or sloppy or hurried.
It’s slow and languid and thrilling.
And exhilarating. Maeve Stevens exhilarates me.
I ease her back against the blanket she brought, angling my head as I slip my tongue inside her mouth. She whimpers as I tug on her bottom lip with my teeth, and she slides her hands into my hair. I groan as she drags her fingers against my scalp.
I ghost my fingers across the muscles of her abdomen and feel them ripple underneath my touch. We keep kissing, growing increasingly heated as we venture closer and closer to some of the “badder” things I’ve imagined.
The sound of the engine next to us revving finally breaks the spell. We pull apart, both breathing heavily.
“Because I’d thought about it for the past two years,” Maeve says softly.
“What?” I was hoping for awowor adamn.
“You asked me why I kissed you back last time. Because I’d thought about it ever since we talked at the end of freshman year. For the past two years.”
“That’s a lot of anticipation.”
“I wouldn’t say it posed any problem for you,” Maeve admits, blushing slightly.
“That’s good to know,” I respond, grinning.
And then I kiss her again.
CHAPTERTEN
MAEVE
The first day of senior year is anticlimactic. Typical. Exactly what I’ve come to expect from the halls of Glenmont High.
With one exception.
One I’m daydreaming about during lunch until I realize Sam Jackson is talking to me.
“Huh?” I employ Wes’s standard response.
“I heard you and Crawford had a nice little honeymoon last week, Maeve,” Sam teases.
“Yup, it was super romantic triple dating with my parents and grandparents,” I respond. “Oh, and with Liam as the seventh wheel.”
“I’m sure you managed to sneak away from the fam for some alone time.” Sam winks.
I laugh. “For hot dogs on the pier? I hope you have better things to do with your time than speculate about my dating life, Sam.”
“I really don’t,” he replies, giving me a cheeky grin. “The whole school’s wondering if you’re finally going to give a Glenmont guy a chance.”
He glances down the table to Matt, who flips him off. “Can it, Jackson.”
I roll my eyes at his exaggeration, although I’m used to the comments about how the only guys I’ve shown the slightest bit of interest in have been from Fayetteville. With one glaring, secret exception. If people really do think Matt and I are a thing, I’m not surprised there’s gossip. He’s one of the most popular guys in school.
“I’m too busy to date anyone,” I reply.
