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“You don’t know that,” I snapped.
“Yes, I do. What were you going to do after I told you? Kiss me? Lie to me? Run off into the sunset?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Or were you going to give me some letdown speech about how you value our friendship or something?”
The silence hung heavily in the air.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she lamented. “Luke.”
“Would you just try it?”
“Why? You don’t feel the same way.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do,” she spat. “You were going to give me your letdown speech that summer and you’re going to do it again now.”
“Maybe I’m not. Maybe things have changed.”
“They haven’t.”
“Just fucking try it already.”
“Fine,” she started. “This is the most humiliating thing I’ve ever done, but fine. I loved you, Luke Kane. I had a crush on you since freshman year and I never told because I never wanted to deal with this. But here we are, standing in the back of your truck with me telling you that I loved you.” She was breathing heavy. She got a little red in the face. “So, are you happy now? I loved you. I was so fucking in love with you.”
My heart was in my throat. “And now?”
I stood, too, and closed the distance between us.
“Now? Now I want to know what you're going to do about it, Luke?” she demanded.
I heard it in her voice. The goading. The challenge.
And I didn’t think twice. I just kissed her.
Thirteen
Cindy
Luke Kane was kissing me.
I’d dreamed about this moment when I was younger, but the reality was more than I could have ever imagined. When I’d fantasized about kissing Luke in the past, I was kissing my eighteen-year-old crush. The boy with the soft lips and the gentle touch.
Now I was kissing Luke Kane theman. His rough, calloused hands gripped me tightly. His short beard scratched my skin and the slight tinge of pain sent shivers down my spine. He kissed me like he was trying to draw the air from my lungs. It was rough. Ardent. Demanding. It knocked the sense out of me, pulled me under, and wouldn’t let me up for air.
I didn’t want it to.
I could have stayed pressed up against Luke’s hard body, in his grip, being kissed by him, forever.
When the kiss broke, a little moan escaped me. My eyes met Luke’s. I waited for him to speak first.
“That’s what I would have done,” he whispered.
“What do you mean?”
“That night. If you’d actually told me you loved me, I think I would have kissed you.”
“Luke.”
“And I really want to do it again.”
