Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
He clears his throat, giving my hand a small squeeze. “It was. But I had Hattie and a few friends who helped. And Juniper… she’s everything. Couldn’t imagine life without her.”
The tenderness in his voice makes my chest ache with something I can’t name—admiration, empathy, maybe longing. I slip my hand free eventually, scared of how my pulse ratchets up with every lingering touch. Yet I miss the contact the moment it’s gone.
We finish dinner, both of us a little quieter, caught up in the feelings swirling between us. When he offers me a glass of wine, I know it’s a bad idea, but I’m already breathless around him without any extra help from alcohol. Yet I agree, because the thought of losing even a minute of this strange, intense closeness feels impossible.
Soon, we’re out on his back porch, a single bulb casting warm light on the small swing. A breeze carries the faint smell of ocean salt, and the sky is colored in shades of deep blue and indigo. We sink onto the swing, the wooden boards creaking as we sway. Our knees brush, a fleeting contact that sends sparks through my body.
He hands me my wine, and we clink glasses lightly. I sip, grateful for something to do with my hands. The silence that settles over us is thick with tension, and neither of us is willing to break it just yet. Finally, Ripley exhales, setting his glass down on the little side table.
“Kali,” he says, turning toward me. His voice is husky, laced with concern. “Look, about last night at Starlight Pi’s… I could tell something was up.”
My heart clenches. Am I really going to tell him? My pride wants me to shrug it off, but I know this moment is too real to hide. “I overheard what you said to those women,” I admit quietly. “When you told them you weren’t looking for anything special and that Juniper takes all your attention. I guess I thought…” My throat tightens, and I have to force the words out. “I thought maybe I was just making a fool of myself, imagining there was something… more… between us.”
His brows furrow. The porch swing creaks as he scoots closer, the heat of his body radiating against my side. “You’re not a fool,” he says firmly. “And I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I was just trying to get them off my back without being a jerk. After everything with Juniper’s mom, the last thing I want is meaningless flirtation. But that doesn’t mean…” He trails off, searching my face. “That doesn’t mean I’m not open to a real connection.”
The knot in my chest loosens, relief mingling with a heady rush of desire. His gaze drops to my lips, and I swallow hard, a wave of heat coursing through me. “So… I overreacted?”
He lifts a hand, brushing his fingers lightly against my jaw. My entire body tingles at the touch. “Not overreacted. You just didn’t know. Maybe I should’ve found a better way to say it.”
I part my lips to respond, but no words come. My heart is hammering too loudly in my ears. The space between us feels charged, like if we so much as lean in, we’ll ignite. Before I can second-guess myself, I tilt my chin up, letting the quiet longing in my eyes speak for me.
Ripley moves first, bridging the last bit of distance with agonizing slowness. His lips press against mine, a gentle, tentative kiss that has me inhaling sharply. My hand trembles, but I lift it to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat. The warm, solid feel of him against my palm sends my thoughts into a hazy spin.
He deepens the kiss, sliding his free hand along my waist, pulling me closer. The swing rocks with our movement, and I can’t help a soft gasp. God, he tastes like wine and something purely him—something I want more of. Heat pools low in my belly, and I angle my body toward him, our legs tangling in the small space of the swing.
A low groan rumbles in his throat as he grips my hip, fingertips pressing into the thin fabric of my dress. My skin burns with every point of contact. We break apart only to catch our breath, foreheads touching. The night air feels electric, thick with the promise of something neither of us can deny any longer.
“Kali,” he breathes, his gaze searching mine with a kind of reverent awe. “I don’t… I don’t want to push you. But I can’t pretend I don’t feel this.” He lightly trails his thumb over my lower lip, and my heart just about stops.
“I feel it too,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, letting my fingers toy with the hair at his nape. A wave of heady warmth rushes through me at the realization that this is really happening—no more dancing around it.