Page 87 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“Cara,” he whispers as he lowers his head and rests his forehead on mine.

“Hmm?”

“We shouldn’t.”

“We should.”

“I’m too old for you.”

“You’re perfect.”

“I’m too set in my ways.”

“I don’t care.”

“What about your dad?”

“He loves you.”

“What about everything else?”

“We’ll talk about it.”

Our breaths grow shallow, and I know what I want him to do.

“Fuck it.”

I grin.

“Can I kiss you?” he rasps.

“Yes.”

Grant pulls back, and we’re once again staring at each other with something ablaze in our eyes.

This is it—it’s real. He feels it, too, no matter how wrong or right it might be.

He bends down and places a kiss on my lips. It’s warm and soft, everything I remembered it to be. I try to deepen it, and a stifled groan comes out of Grant’s mouth.

I nibble on his lower lip before requesting access to go deeper.

“Fuck,” he murmurs.

Next thing I know, his hand is on the back of my head, gripping a pile of my hair tightly as he kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before. My body is on fire from just this kiss, and I know that he’s everything I want and more.

Out of breath, he pulls back and rests his slightly damp forehead against mine. Our breaths are ragged as we both process what just transpired between us.

“That was…” I whisper.

“Everything.”

We stay in this position until the clack of loud heels approaches. We break apart, but Grant keeps one hand on my waist as he pulls me into his side.

Cordelia and Taby.

“Well, that was something else,” Cordelia says.

“The kiss or the way the man played?” Taby asks slyly.

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