Page 11 of Reluctantly Married

She giggled. “And the paparazzi follow us around.”

“We’re perfectly normal.” Adam grabbed his cherry by the stem and raised it in the air so he could eat it. A bit of whipped cream stuck to his upper lip. She laughed, and he shot her a quizzical grin. “What?”

“You’ve got something…on your…” She pointed to her own lip, and he swiped at his mouth with his napkin but didn’t get it.

“Here.” She reached across the table and wiped his lip with her thumb. Electricity zinged up her arm, and she yanked her hand back. Her heart pounded in her chest.

He sat there grinning, apparently unaffected by the physical contact, while her head spun. She stared at his lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss him, then mentally smacked herself for thinking it. But she found her gaze being drawn to his mouth the rest of the evening.

Adam pulled into Megan’s apartment complex parking lot and stopped the car. He’d had a surprisingly good time with her this evening. She’d let her guard down. Had some fun. He didn’t want the date to end. “I’ll walk you to your door.”

He ran around and acted the gentleman, helping her out of the car. Dale trailed after them, into the building, and up the steps. It wasn’t until they were standing awkwardly in front of her door that the thought occurred to him Leon might be expecting him to kiss Megan goodnight. He smiled and shoved his hands in his suit pockets. He wasn’t going to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with, and Leon could just deal with it.

She stared up at him. “I had a good time tonight.” Her eyelashes brushed her cheeks as she glanced at the floor. “If you would have told me last week that I’d enjoy a date with you, I never would have believed it.”

“And that’s why the guys like you so much. You know how to boost their confidence.”

She let out a little giggle. “I think it sounds a bit silly, but…” She shifted her weight and had trouble looking him in the eye. “It made a difference, what Dr. Lemon said. It made me realize I shouldn’t judge people by the masks they wear.”

Bringing up the fake Dr. Lemon made his mouth go dry, and guilt formed in his gut. Why had Leon done that? And what was he supposed to say to Megan? He cleared his throat. “I don’t know if I would put too much stock in that machine.”

She touched his arm. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. Feelings are never wrong.”

What he was feeling right now was the urge to punch Leon for putting him in this situation. Best to change the subject completely. “I had a good time tonight, too.”

A shy smile crept onto her face. “Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

“I’d like that.”

Before he knew what was happening, Megan stood on her tip toes and brushed a feather light kiss across his lips. The sensation was both sweet and thrilling, but she stepped away before he could fully process it. Instinct took over, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He kissed her, gently at first, but when she responded to him he grew more passionate. Her lips were soft and smooth, and he wanted to drink her in. She entwined her fingers in his hair, and he pulled her even closer, the warmth of her body making him weak in the knees.

As he kissed her, the world around him melted away and all his sensations heightened. He suddenly didn’t want to do anything else but hold her in his arms and taste her sweet kiss.

She pulled back, and he stared into Megan’s eyes, completely lost in the pools of blue. He knew he should say something, but no words would form in his head. His pulse raced, and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. He felt like a school boy, all awkward and yet exhilarated.

Megan glanced at the camera and blushed.

He’d forgotten they were broadcasting—live—on the Internet. He took a step back. “Well, uh, goodnight.”

Her blush deepened. “See you.”

After she entered her apartment, he couldn’t help but stare at the empty hall and wonder what had just happened.

Megan leaned her back against her door, her heart pounding. Kissing Adam had been everything she’d imagined and more. Electrifying would be an understatement. She wouldn’t be surprised to look in the mirror and see her hair standing on end. His touch had sent tingles through her entire body. She could barely breathe.

Her phone rang, snapping her back to reality. She fished it out of her purse and looked at the display. Wendy.

“Hey little sis. What’s up?”

“O-M-G girl, tell me everything.”

Megan scrunched up her nose. “What?”

“Your date, stupid. I watched you kiss Adam Warner! That was no little peck on the lips. Tell all.”

Her head swam. “Since when do you watch the show?”

“It’s all over my Twitter feed. Your co-host is a hottie!”

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