Page 55 of Make Her Mine

“So we’re going to have to swing by my house.”

“You are staying tonight, then?”

She rolls her eyes and again I’m glad Zach is too far away to see it. “Phoebe thinks I should. Everyone thinks I should.” She narrows her eyes. “Unless you don’t think I should.”

“Oh, I definitely think you should.”

“Why can’t you stay at my place? You know they manipulated everything so that Zach is staying in a house across the street from yours. We could mess with them and have you stay at my house.”

“Why would we mess with them? They’re trying to help us.”

“They’re enjoying it too much,” she says grumpily.

“For someone who is so sweet and sunny all the time,” I say, lifting my finger to rub right between her brows where there’s a little wrinkle. “Why is it that you suddenly don’t want everyone to be enjoying themselves?”

“I guess I can’t get over how easily everyone is accepting us as a couple.”

“Maybe they see something we haven’t.”

“Maybe there hasn’t been enough drama around here lately, and they’re bored.”

I chuckle. In our parents’ friend group, which has created our friend group, there are simply too many people with too many big personalities for that to be true. And that’s not even taking into consideration the rest of the town.

“Harlow,” I say as I lift my hand to the back of her head and slide my fingers into her silky hair. “Shut up and kiss me.”

Her breath catches and she tips her head up. “You better not have garlic breath,” she mutters as she goes up on tiptoe.

Neither of us kisses the other. Our lips meet right in the middle and we kiss each other.

At first, it’s just a soft touch. And honestly, that would probably be enough. A guy, kissing his girlfriend in the parking lot, sweetly, romantically, before he takes her home makes more sense than what happens next.

But Harlow sighs, and her lips are soft, her breath is actually sweet. And feeling her hands slide up my chest along my neck and into my hair as her body arches into mine, makes every other thought disappear.

I don’t care about garlic. I don’t care about the chocolate cake and coffee she shared with Ginny. I don’t care about Zach or anyone else who might be walking through this parking lot. Including our parents and siblings.

I just want more.

More of Harlow’s mouth. More of her body against mine. More of the husky sounds she makes that shoot straight to my cock.

I tip my head, drop both hands to her ass, pull her closer, and open my mouth, sliding my tongue over her bottom lip.

If I’d really stopped to think, I would have realized in that moment that Harlow could’ve bitten the thing off.

But she doesn’t.

Instead, she makes a soft moaning sound, opens her mouth, and meets my tongue with her own.

I wouldn’t say the kiss is hungry or carnal, but it is definitely not simply a sweet just-for-show kiss.

It is a sexy, I-want-more-of-this kiss.

Eventually, the sound of car doors opening and shutting, and engines starting filter in.

She pulls back, blinking up at me.

I lift my head.

And we stare at each other for at least ten beats.

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