“What was that for?”
“Can’t I just kiss you because I want to?” The corner of her lip curves up. “Golden boy.”
This time, I press my lips to hers, returning the favor of being caught off guard. Then I pull back, just enough so that I can see her eyes and mouth.
She bites her lip. “What was that for?”
“I’ve wanted to kiss you since that first day I saw you at Cranbrook.”
She lowers her gaze, regret falling over her earlier feistiness.
I put my finger under her chin and tilt it up toward me. “Hey.”
“I don’t do this often, you know,” she says. “Kissing random guys.”
I smile, feeling smug. “Good. I don’t either. Kiss random girls, that is. You’re my first.”
Book One: Forever Kinda Love