Page 67 of Chasing Sunsets

Her eyes flick to my lips. “Getting there.”

I shift even closer. “Want me to help you decide?”

Her smile is slow, wicked. “You think you can?”

“I know I can,” I whisper against her ear.

“You’re awfully confident.”

I sweep my thumb over her hip. “Only when I’m right.”

She laughs, shaking her head, but she doesn’t move away.

“Truth or dare?” she asks.

I raise a brow at her. “Truth.”

“Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

I dip my head and stare her straight in the eyes when I reply, “I don’t want to just be your friend.”

She gasps. And I know, in this moment, I have her.

Tabitha Harmony might be the best challenge I’ve ever taken on.

The band starts again, and everyone is dancing and laughing around us. The music is pulsating, and bodies are vibrating, but it’s like the two of us are suspended in slow motion. The brush of her hair against my shirt. The way her breath feathers over my cheek as we stand nose to nose, our eyes boring into one another. The unshed tears clinging to her lashes and refusing to let go.

And for once in my life, I know beyond a doubt that I want to fight for something more.

Anson

Iwake up next to Tabby in the RV. It’s getting easier. The more time I spend sleeping here, the less awkward it is. That, or my spine is just getting used to contorting in unnatural ways. I roll off the bed and slip through the sparkly beads to relieve myself, then step to the sink to splash some water on my face. Then, I try to dress quietly, trying not to rouse Tabby, but I knock my shin against the bed frame and yell a curse as I hop around.

I glance over to see her stretch, and the sheet falls, giving me a great view of her breasts, bathed in the golden morning light.

“You all right?” she whispers groggily.

“Yeah, shit,” I grit out. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“That’s okay.”

“Come here,” I say.

She gets on her knees and climbs to the edge of the bed. I wrap my arms around her and palm her perfect ass, pulling her to me for a kiss.

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” she purrs.

“Me too. Fucking job,” I mumble, and she laughs.

“Dinner at my parents’ tonight,” I remind her.

“Yeah,” she says, nervously.

“Hey,” I say as I kiss her once more, “like I said last night, they’re going to love you.”

She nods. “Okay.”

“Good. I’ll pick you up at seven,” I say, then smack her behind. “Now, get this beautiful ass back in bed. You deserve a few more hours of rest after last night.”

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