Page 61 of The Cute Psycho

Her eyes immediately flash at me, and for some reason, I know I've said something wrong.

"Nice?" she asks, her eyebrows shooting up. "Nice," she repeats numbly.

I nod. Maybe it hadn't been nice for her? I didn't think about that. What if she'd done it in the spur of the moment and then she'd regretted it? What if she didn't like it? I know I'm not that bad looking. Bianca used to tell me that I couldget itif I weren't such a psycho. I don't know exactly what she'd meant, but I assume she was complimenting me.

"Just nice?" She inquires in disbelief, emphasizing the wordniceas if it has a negative connotation.

Ahh, I see.

I must have offended her feminine sensibilities.

"Well," I start, and for the first time, I find myself a little unsure, "I don't have anything to compare it to, but I know kisses involve a little... more." I give her one of my charming smiles. "We can try better next time," I quickly reassure her.

I may not have direct experience, but I've witnessed enough kisses to know they involve more than just lips touching.

For a moment she doesn't speak. She just regards me wide-eyed, and I'm afraid I've said something wrong.Again.

"You've never kissed anyone before?" she asks, confused.

I tilt my head to the side, studying her. Since this is foreign territory, I don't want to say something that will offend her or make her not want to kiss me again. The feel of her lips on mine had been unlikeanything before, and I'd like to recreate it. Just to ensure it wasn't my erroneous perception at the time.

Science. Yes, it's just science.

"Is that bad?" I speak slowly. I've never in my life felt this uncertain about something, and it's like my entire being hinges on her next words.

She notices my perplexity, so she immediately replies. "No, not at all. Just surprising." Her lips stretch widely across her face in a blinding smile.

I still, staring at her, my mouth emulating hers as I return the smile.

Her eyes soften as she looks at me, and she touches her hand to mine.

"Since we're in the same boat, why don't you show me what you meant by more," she says, a blush staining her cheeks.

I look at her in wonder, mostly because I can't believe she's willing to do it again. Even though I hadn't wanted to believe it, deep down I'd been sure that the first kiss had been a fluke, and that she hadn't really intended to do it.

Because who would want to kiss me?

Over the years, I might have let my mind briefly wonder what it would be like to be with someone, mostly out of my intrinsic curiosity. But even then I'd been more than aware that I had too many things going against me to get closer to another human being, all of which include a ghostly sister, a not-so-pleasant reputation and a lack of self-control. Not to mention the fact that I don't think I've ever found anyone attractive before.

And yet, this woman in front of me seems to cancel everything out.

She's peering at me from beneath her lashes, and I note a sudden shyness in her demeanor. Not one to miss an opportunity when it presents itself, I act—fast.

Leaning toward her, I undo her seatbelt, my hands firmly gripping her waist as I slide her toward me.

She's watching me intently, her legs coming on either side of my seat as she straddles me. Steadying herself against the sudden movement, she spreads her palms all over my chest, their warmth passing through the material of my shirt and into my skin.

Her eyes are wide with wonder as she studies my face, one hand creeping up to caress my cheek.

"You're dangerous," she whispers, her fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake until they settle on my mouth.

I part my lips, sucking the tips of her fingers in. "Are you scared yet?" I ask, and her eyes crinkle with amusement.

She shakes her head. "No, not yet."

I tug her closer, her chest flush to mine, my hands moving up her waist until I'm circling her ribcage.

The urge to move even further up is maddening, but I don't want to rush her. Not yet.

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