Page 26 of Sweetheart

"What is?"

"How out of all the ways you could've distracted me, you decided the best way was a kiss."

"Technically, it wasn't a real kiss," I said.

"Agree to disagree."

"Hey, you kissed me first." I pointed out."In the car last night."

"I wasn't complaining, Kent," he said.

"Oh."

"Was there something else you wanted?"

I gave him a nod. "There was."

"Okay then," he said, pushing off his locker with a grin. The move brought our bodies within a breath of each other. I hadn't realized how close we were until now. "What's up?"

"I need to ask you something."

"I'm listening."

Sam's scent was making it hard to think. When I went to take a step back, I stumbled on air. But his arm shot out to grip my waist. The good thing? I didn't fall on my ass. The bad? I was now surrounded by everything Sam Bishop.

His hand on my waist burned.

His eyes stared into mine.

His breaths were so close I felt as much as heard his next words.

"You okay, Kent?" he asked.

"Yeah, I—"

A locker door slammed loud enough to make me jump. Turningtoward the sound, I watched Brisa's hair swish as she walked away. She was arm-and-arm with Cooper, though instead of looking romantic, itseemed morelike she was pulling him along.Glancing back over my shoulder, I noticed Sam was once again watching them.

"You know, if you keep staring," I said quietly, "she'll know you're still in love with her."

His gaze snapped to mine."What?" he said.

I shrugged. "It's written all over your face."

"I don't know what you think you see, Kent. But you're wrong."

"I'm hardly ever wrong, Bishop."

He cracked a grin. "Is that right?"

"It's a fact," I said.

Crossing his arms, Sam said, "You were going to ask me something."

I was momentarily distracted by what that did for his body.

Hello, biceps.

"Huh?" I said.

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