Page 113 of Sweetheart

Sam tossed the phone away, gripped my hips, and lifted me up. My legs went around his waist, and as my back pressed into the books,I kissed him. And he kissed me. And we kissedand kissed for what felt like an eternity and not nearly long enough at the same time.

Then someone giggled.

It wasn't Sam or me.

"Um, Scarlett? Is that you?"

The voice was familiar, but it took me a moment to float back down from my kissing haze.

Looking to my left, I spotted the speaker and blushed.

"Itisyou," Casey said with a triumphant smile, nudging the girl standing beside her. "Told you."

"You did," Natalia replied. "How's it going, Scarlett? We haven't seen you in a while."

"Well, obviously, it's going well." Casey glanced at Sam then whispered—though everyone could hear her, "He's cute."

"Oh my gosh," I said, burying my head in Sam's neck as he said, "Thanks."

"We heard a phone going off and decided to come investigate," Natalia added, holding up my cell. "Does this belong to one of you?"

I raised my hand. "That's mine. Sorry about…this," I said, gesturing between Sam and myself.

"Girl, please," Casey said. "You're like the third couple we've walked in on today."

"Speaking of which"—Natalia placed my phone on the nearest shelf and grabbed her arm—"we should get back to the front desk."

"But—"

"Scarlett, you and…"

"Sam," he supplied. "Sam Bishop."

"You and Sam, Sam Bishop, take as much time as you need."

"Thanks, Natalia, Casey," I said. "Also, maybe don't tell my sister about this?"

"Oh definitely," Casey said, smiling way too bright. "Enjoy your trip to the library!"

As I disentangled myself from Sam, he was still laughing.

"They're going to tell her," I said.

"Yeah," he said, "but so what? She already knows about us. Right?"

She did.

But that didn't make getting caught making out in the stacks by my sister's friends any easier. And in the library too. Charlotte was going to hold this over my head for the rest of my days.

"Should've chosen a different location," I mumbled as I retrieved my phone from the shelf.

"I disagree," Sam said as we walked out of the aisle. "This library will always hold a special place in my heart."

Throwing him a look, I shook my head."You're unbelievable, Bishop."

"Thanks, Kent."

Casey and Natalia waved tous as we left, and I waved back, despite the embarrassment. When Sam and I pulledinto the parking lot where our pretend date would take place, he raised his brows.

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