Page 68 of Ancient History

The next move was on me. Time to get my ass out of there so he could drive away.

I didn’t want this night to end, but I had to leave. We couldn’t stay in this car forever.

“Yeah. Thanks. I, uh…it was good pizza.” Lord, I sounded like an idiot. The pizza was like the eighth best thing about tonight.

I drifted my gaze away from his eyes. He had some crust crumbs on his collar.

“Looks like you took the pizza home with you.” I leaned forward to brush the crumbs off his shirt. Amos blocked me with his lips.

We were kissing. Or rather, our lips chilled out against each other. It was a moment of hot awkwardness.

He moved back slowly like his body was a stiff corpse.

“Sorry,” he said, crushing his eyes shut. “I thought you were—”

“I was brushing off some of the—what did you think I was doing?”

His bright red, mortified face said it all.

“You thought I was leaning in for a kiss?”

He nodded yes.

My jeans suddenly became incredibly tight. Every part of me tingled with pins and needles.

“And you were kissing me back?”

His eyes were pinched closed in tight slits as he continued nodding. He collapsed onto his steering wheel.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice muffled against his sleeve.

His nerdy awkwardness turned me on like never before.

“Why?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I attacked you in my bedroom. I’m attacking you in my car. You need to carry pepper spray when you’re around me.”

“Amos,” I said firmly. I’d found a new calm, a sense in the universe that we were doing exactly what we should be doing.

He tilted his head to look at me, those green eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

Before he could launch into another apology, I did what I should’ve done hours ago and capital-K kissed him. Our lips met in a perfect symphony of heat that made me melt into the center console between us. I could taste the hint of pizza from before, entwined in a clean scent that was one hundred percent pure Amos.

No kiss could last forever, though I wanted to try. He pulled back slightly and smiled against my face. I was ready to build a forever home in this moment.

“We shouldn’t do this,” he said.

“Why not?” I stroked his clean-shaven cheek.

“We tried this once before, and it didn’t end well.”

“It ended because I was a scared idiot, not because I ever stopped loving you.”

His eyes widened, wanting those words to be true.

“I still love you, Amos. I’ve thought about you every day since we broke up. That was the worst day of my life. I wish I could’ve done things differently.”

“I doubt you thought of me everyday. Even on Flag Day?”

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