Page 23 of Now That It's You
“I fucking hate Kenny Rogers.”
Meg smiled. “You’re right. That’s weird. Know what I did?”
“What?”
“Spent ten minutes combing Floyd last night before I realized I was using my own toothbrush.”
“Also weird. And a little unsanitary.”
“I threw it away afterward.”
“Good call.” He blew out a breath that ruffled Meg’s hair, his brow creasing a little the way it did when he was pondering something. “Okay then, I went to the store to get groceries this morning and got halfway through shopping before I realized I wasn’t wearing shoes.”
“No one told you?”
“Nope. Not even the produce guy I stopped to ask where I could find cantaloupe.”
“I thought you hated cantaloupe.”
“I do.” He shifted a little, and Meg was suddenly very aware she was still sitting on his lap. “But Matt always liked it, and I wanted to give it another shot.”
Meg smiled. “Definitely weird. But in a nice way.”
“Thank you,” he said. “You know what else might count as weird grief?”
“What?”
“Kissing you.”
“Oh.” She blinked, not totally sure she’d heard him right.
But the way his eyes locked on her mouth told her she’d definitely heard right.
And the way her body fizzed with desire told her she wanted the same damn thing.
She swallowed hard, not daring to breathe. Every molecule in her body screamed for him to do it. To make the tiny space disappear between their lips so she could know after all these years whether Kyle’s were as soft as they looked. She took a breath, imagining she could already taste him. She watched as his gaze lifted to hers and his expression shifted to the one he got sometimes when she set a plate of her chocolate rum cake in front of him.
“That would definitely be weird,” she murmured. “Kissing each other, I mean.”
“Weird good or weird bad?”
“Yes?”
She didn’t move. He was probably waiting for her to get off his lap or put her mouth on his or say something helpful like “kiss me” or “stop” or?—
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
Meg scrambled off his lap in a tangle of limbs and cinnamon chips and guilt, hurrying to put as much distance as possible between them as she ran for the kitchen. “The oven!” she announced, though that was hardly necessary. The man had surely heard an oven beep before.
But he’d never come that close to kissing her before.
And she’d never come that close to wanting him to.
“That was amazing.”
Kyle grimaced, wishing every other word out of his mouth didn’t sound like he was thanking her for a blowjob. “Dinner, I mean,” he clarified, which earned him a befuddled look from Meg.
He stood up from the table, bumping the fork off his plate and dropping his napkin on the floor while Meg watched from across the table. She stared at him like she was trying to figure out when he’d gone insane.
