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“I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t hurt you, Zach. And I am...” My brow crinkles as I try to find the right words to convey what the hell I’m feeling. “I’m different. This is all new to me. I’ve never felt the urge to kiss anyone before, let alone actually do it.”
The way he’s watching me... The way he licks his lips and then swallows hard. God, I might actually combust with need. I want to kiss him again so damn badly, I don’t fight it anymore. I lean forward a little but not all the way.
I wait.
And wait.
As we both breathe heavily, his hand moves over my heart on top of my coat. “Adam,” he breathes my name, and I hear the question in the way he says it. The plea.
I don’t wait any longer. I surge forward and steal another taste of his full, beautiful lips. He sighs against my mouth, and then his other hand moves to my hair, threading through the locks and holding me in place.
We kiss and explore, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth and massaging my own. It’s warm and wet, a whole new sensation, and I can’t fight the deep guttural moan I let out into his mouth. My lips feel swollen and puffy as we kiss, and my head aches from the delicious pull of his fingers in my hair.
I don’t want it to ever end, but then, there’s a loud bang of the screen door from the house, and I know someone is about to run in and find us.
It’s not that I want to hide whatever this is or that I’m ashamed, but I don’t know what it is yet, so I give his lips one last quick peck before I peel my body away from his.
“We’ll figure this out,” I say quietly.
I watch in complete awe as he brings his fingers up to his lips and touches them reverently. “Okay,” he says softly just before one of my bonehead brothers busts through the barn door.
“Mom said it’s almost time for dinner and you both need to wash up!”
“It’s your turn to set the table,” I say, and my brother huffs.
“I know.” He turns and runs back to the house when I turn to look at Zach with a wink.
“Let’s go eat.”
I want to grab his hand. Take him inside and dare anyone to say anything about it, but we have more talking to do, sadly.
And more kissing, if I can help it.
A lot more kissing.
EIGHTEEN
ZACH
We didn’t get to talk any more last night. I mean... we did, but not about what I wanted to talk about.
I wanted to ask him if this is just a fluke. Or if he’s kissing me because... God, could he really want to? Kiss me? He kisses me like he means it. That’s for damn sure. I’ve never experienced that kind of passion in my life.
I’ve never felt this way ever.
But... he’s not gay.
He did light up when he said the worddemithough. Maybe it’s the same for him as it was for me when I finally said I was gay. Of course it is. I know Adam well enough to know he wouldn’t lie to me and tell me he liked it if he didn’t.
He definitely wouldn’t kiss me again if he didn’t mean it.
But what the hell does this all mean? I don’t know.
Last night, we had dinner with his family and then did chores with everyone before I had to get my sisters home after my mom blew up my phone. She was fine all damn weekend without us there, but then suddenly it wasGet your ass home with your sisters.
Whatever.
I’m surprised she even remembered we were gone.
