Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 100612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Heat spreads low in my stomach, making my entire body burn.
“Yeah?” My voice comes out rougher than I expect.
She hooks a finger into the neckline of my shirt, tugging me closer toward her, lips brushing mine—teasing. “Mm-hmm.”
Her mouth presses fully against mine, firmer now, hotter.
Who the hell are we, teasing and flirting like this? Neither of us has a clue what we’re fucking doing, and listen to us! When Harper sucks lightly on my bottom lip, my knees damn near begin to shake.
My groan rumbles deep in my chest, half in pleasure, half in sheer disbelief.
My lips tingle.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathless, our foreheads resting against each other, our breathing heavy in the small, enclosed space of her car.
Harper’s eyes are half lidded, her pupils dilated. A small smile plays at the corner of her mouth when she gingerly touches it…
“Holy shit,” I breathe, my voice low, rough around the edges. “That was…”
Awesome. Amazing.
“Yeah,” she whispers, tugging at the hemline of her skirt, drawing my eyes there. Her legs look smooth, and suddenly, I want to touch them.
I drag my eyes back to her face. “I totally wasn’t planning that, I swear.” My voice is a little unsteady.
“Me neither. But I’m not mad about it.”
There’s another beat of silence before I find myself leaning forward again to press a softer kiss to her lips. Like, I literally can’t help myself.
“I should probably go inside before my dad comes out to see what’s taking me so long.” No doubt the location app has announced my arrival.
“Good idea,” she agrees as I open the door and step out, my movements slow. Once I’m around the hood of the car and out of her line of vision, I pause to adjust myself so what I’ve been doing isn’t obvious when I walk through the door.
I walk to the driver’s side and rest my arms on the edge of her rolled-down window, giving her one last kiss.
“G’night, Harper.”
“Night.” She pauses. “Easton.”
I limp to the garage door keypad and poke in the code, turning to watch Harper as she watches me, coach lights illuminating her cute face. The big door gradually opens and I give her one last wave before ducking beneath it and disappearing inside.
Chapter 18
Harper
I touch a finger to my sensitive lips and sigh.
My first kiss.
Well. That’s not true—last year I let Colton Davis kiss me under the bleachers during a football game out of sheer curiosity, but it was nothing like the kiss Easton gave me tonight. It was nowhere near as magical. Nowhere near as hot and sexy.
Fine. Perhaps sexy is a bit of a stretch. It’s not as if we knew what we were doing, and he seemed as clumsy as I was.
So basically the kiss was perfect.
And with prom looming—that means my promposal should be looming, too, right? I mean, how can it not be, especially after tonight?
I hunker down in my covers, scrolling through my phone, and call Macy to give her the evening’s recap. We already discussed why I left the theater abruptly, but I haven’t told her the rest…
The good stuff.
“Spill,” she says immediately by way of greeting.
“Guess.”
She rolls her eyes. “Just tell me. My brain isn’t functioning properly.”
Well, this is no fun. I love a good guessing game. But still…“He kissed me.”
My best friend responds exactly the way I expect her to: with wide eyes and a loud squeal. “Shut. The. Hell. UP!”
I give my head a shake, happy to be the bearer of this great news. “Oh my god, it was…” I let out a wistful sigh. “So good.”
“Describe,” Macy demands. “In detail. Was it soft? Rough? Did he use his hands? Where were his hands?” She gasps. “Wait—was there tongue?”
Heat floods my face. “Macy.”
“Was there? Tell me! I need to know if this was some chaste middle-school peck or a full-on, toe-curling, knee-melting, take-me-now kind of kiss.”
I nod, biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from freaking out. “Let’s just say my entire body was tingling.”
She throws herself back on the bed and I get a clear shot of her ceiling. It’s still full of star stickers—we put them there when we were kids after her gran bought a pack.
“What else?” she prods.
“Our teeth only knocked together once.” Or was it twice? “And get this—he was wearing his retainer.”
Macy pauses. Sits back up on her bed, giving me an expressionless glance. “Stop it right now. He was not.”
“He was.”
“He was at the theater. Eating popcorn. Wearing a retainer.” She scoffs. “Who the hell does that?”
“Um. Teenage boys?”
“So what I’m hearing is: Despite the retainer, the kiss was decent.”
“So decent.”
“On a scale of one to ten, how much do you like him? Like—seriously like him?”
Eleven. “I don’t know. Seven?”
Macy nods along, pretending to be analytical. “That’s a solid number. Not too much, not too little. An I like him but I won’t carve our initials into a tree just yet kind of number.”