Page 364 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 5
“I’m so so sorry, Matt,” she said as we hurried down the stairs. “She has a no boys rule when it comes to sleepovers. And obviously we’re just friends so we didn’t break it. But…” her voice got stuck in her throat when I stopped her on the stairs.
“Just friends?”
She blinked up at me. “Yes?”
“I remember everything about last night.” I took a step toward her.
She swallowed hard. “You do?”
I leaned forward slowly.
“I’m pretty sure you’re still drunk,” Kennedy said.
“I swear I’m not. A little hungover. And your mom tried to poison me…but I’m not drunk.”
“It was just a little spicy.”
“A little?”
She laughed and put her hand on my chest. “We both know that you’ll regret it if you kiss me.”
I drew a fraction of an inch closer. “I won’t.”
She seemed to realize I was serious now. “I’m not a temporary fix, Matt.”
“I know that.”
“Do you? Because I’m not so sure. You said you remember last night. Do you remember what you said to me? That you’re not sure if you could love anyone else…”
My lips collided with hers.
Her hand was still pressed against my chest. For a second I thought she was going to shove me away. But instead, her hand crept up my chest to the side of my neck, pulling me closer.
It should have felt wrong. But it didn’t. It felt anything but wrong. So didn’t that make it right?
But then she did shove me away.
“God, what am I doing?” She started blinking fast. “I can’t believe I just kissed you. I can’t believe you just kissed me. I have to go.” She started running down the steps.
“Kennedy!”
She didn’t stop, so I ran after her. She pushed through the doors of the apartment building, blasting us with the cool autumn air.The smell of fallen leaves always reminded me of Brooklyn. But for the first time in a long time, Brooklyn wasn’t the one on my mind.
I grabbed Kennedy’s hand as she tried to hail a cab. “I don’t know how to be okay with her gone,” I said. “I’ve spent the last 16 years trying to be. It’s true, I’m a fucking mess.”
She was blinking away tears. “Matt…”
“But I know you’re not a temporary fix.” I reached out and touched the side of her face. “What if you’re the cure?”
“I can’t fix you. I’m barely standing after…”
I kissed her again. Because anything I said wasn’t helping. But she had to feel this. She had to.
And again she kissed me back.
Her lips tasted salty from her tears. And all I knew was that this flavor was way better than anything in that ice cream container. I’d been right.
The soft moan escaping from her lips nearly drove me insane. I wanted her. I wanted to fucking rip her clothes off and take her right here in the middle of the sidewalk. I wanted to know what it would sound like for her to moan my name.
