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A smile flashes on his face almost immediately, and before I know it, his fingers slip to my neck, and his mouth falls on mine. The kiss is short, but the intensity of it leaves me breathless.
“Let’s go.”
He opens the door for me, so I slide inside. The door slams behind me, and I watch him walk around the front, taking the driver’s seat.
“Where are we going then?” I ask, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as he pulls from the parking space.
“That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” he says, his attention on the road as a smile plays on his lips.
“I don’t like this.” Pursing my lips, I lean forward to play with the radio until I finally find the station I like.
The corner of Miguel’s mouth twitches upward in amusement. “You’ll like this surprise.”
I open my mouth, but before I get a chance to protest, hishand lands on my thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. I suck in a breath as the zap of electricity courses through me—the song on the radio shifts to a familiar tune.
Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye.
Miguel’s eyes meet mine, and for a split second, it feels like I’ve been transported in time.
It was one of those songs we listened to countless of times when we were sitting in his truck just like this. Back then, he drove an old beat-up truck, but we had fun. I would play with the radio until I found something I liked so I could hum softly to the tunes. He would protest about it, but he never forbade me to do it. His hand would find mine in between shifting gears because he didn’t want to let go for more than it was absolutely necessary. That truck was our safe haven. We’d bring blankets and put them in the back of his truck’s bed. He would drive us to a secluded area, and we’d climb up there. Talking, kissing, and making love under the stars.
His fingers sink into my skin, bringing me back to the present.
A soft, almost longing smile passes over his face as he turns his attention back to the road, and I look out the window, neither of us saying anything as he drives us out of Bluebonnet. It takes us a good thirty minutes before he finally pulls into a parking lot, and I realize where he brought me.
“The festival?” I ask, my eyes glued to the tops of the attractions I can see in the distance. Tents. Ferries wheels. Even through the closed door, I can hear the loud music coming from outside.
“Yeah, Gage mentioned it earlier, so I figured why not go?” Miguel maneuvers the car in a parking spot, killing the engine. “When was the last time you went to one?”
His question brings back memories of the senior year of high school. Emmett and Kate, Kate’s sister, Miguel and I, and a fewother of our friends all together having fun at the festival just like this one. My hand clasped in his. His mouth on mine. So much laughter. It was a good night. A night I haven’t thought about in years.
My throat bobs as I swallow. “It’s been a while.”
“See? C’mon, if you’re nice, I might even win you one of those ugly stuffed animals you like so much.” He opens his door and slides out, so I do the same, our gazes meeting over the top of the SUV.
“They’re not ugly. Besides, what if I want to play myself?”
He clasps his hands, rubbing them together. His excitement is infectious, and I can’t help but laugh. This was the Miguel I remembered from high school, the boy that made me smile, the boy that made me fall in love with him before I even realized what was happening.
“Then I guess you can winmea stuffed animal.” He grins as he joins me. “But I’ll warn you. I want the biggest one out there, so no slacking off, missy.”
“I have you one better, a challenge, if you will.”
His eyes crinkle with amusement, and the need to rise on the tips of my toes and taste his mouth is so strong it’s almost overwhelming. “I’m listening.”
“Let’s see who can get the biggest stuffed animal.”
Miguel tilts his head to the side, thinking about my offer. “And what does the winner get?”
“The bragging rights that you won?” I suggest, but he’s already shaking his head.
“Screw bragging rights. I want something better.”
“Oh, yeah?” I quirk my brow. “And, in your opinion, what is that ‘something better?’”
He grabs my hand and pulls me into his body, his free hand cupping my cheek, the tip of his thumb skimming over my lowerlip. My stomach squeezes as his hungry gaze falls on my mouth. “A kiss on the top of ferries wheels.”
“Hmm…” I nibble at my lip, pretending to think over his suggestion. “I guess that’s doable. What do I get if I win?”
