Page 87 of Best Friends, Tennessee

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re acting weird.”

I stretched my arms above my head. “Nothing’s weird.”

He puffed out a laugh. “Finn, cut the shit. If you feel weird about last night, it’s in the past. I’m not going to jump you again or something.”

“No,” I said so loudly that a family across the way gave me a glance. “No.”

He gave me a dubious look. “You sure about that?”

I glanced around quickly, making sure nobody we knew was going to see us by the edge of the saloon.

Then I put a hand on Ori’s waist, leaning over to crush my lips to his.

I let my mouth linger on his longer than I should have. His mouth was all I had wanted all day, and no matter who might have seen us right now, I didn’t want to fucking stop.

But I also cared about Ori.

And, god damn it, I was going to respect his wishes, whether I liked it or not.

I pulled away, sucking in a quick breath of air.

“I do not feel weird about last night, even a little bit.”

Ori licked his lips and I tried to ignore that it was making me hard, right here in the middle of the street.

“Then what was your deal?”

I gave him a look, pausing for a second. “Miami, huh?”

Ori waved a hand through the air. “God, Thomas has brought up Miami about four times today, and I’m exhausted. I don’t want to talk about Miami, or Tennessee, or any of it, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course,” I said quickly.

“I’m sorry,” he told me. “But for tonight, could I maybe have a break from thinking about big, stressful future plans, and just enjoy this?”

I could give him that.

“You got it,” I said, letting my hand rest just a little bit longer on his waist. “I just want to be with you tonight, too.”

“I thought about you all day,” he said, giving me the same look he’d given me in bed last night.

God, he was hot.

So hot I wanted to say screw it, put him in my truck, and drive us both back home to fuck again.

But there was a bittersweet edge to that, too. Last night was still our secret. From Thomas, from Mason, from Dani, from the whole goddamn town.

I took his words like a shot of sugary liquor.

They tasted sweet, but I was going to get fucked up on them, too.

I didn’t want him to be my secret, but that’s what this was. I was lust-drunk. And I was signing right up for it.

“Get your ass inside,” I said near his ear, leaning to give it a little nibble before pulling away.

If I couldn’t haveallof him, then I was going to have as much fun with this as possible.

Torment him until he was squirming underneath me, begging for what he really wanted.

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