Page 103 of The Disasters of Dating
“Is AC/DC that important to you?” He quirks up a brow.
“No. But we came all this way and paid for the tickets. I don’t think we should waste your money.”
“But it’s my money. I’ll waste it if I want to.” He gives me a look. “That was not very kind of you.”
“I know. But drastic times called for drastic measures.”
He crosses his arms and stares at me. “I want a good faith down payment that you will finish what you started.”
I cross my arms and jut out my hip. “What kind of good faith down payment?”
“I get a small kiss—you know, to tide me over.”
“But I already gave you that. It should totally count.” I’m trying to hide my grin and calm my thundering heartbeat.
“Sorry, it didn’t count.” He taps his watch face. “Times a tickin’, Sprite.”
“Hey, I don’t think you can use my cute nickname when you are extorting kisses.”
He grins. “Tick tock. Tick tock.”
I narrow my eyes at him and close the distance between us. “Fine, but I’d like it recorded that I’m doing this under protest.”
He lifts a brow. “Protest?”
“Objection?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
“Tepid disapproval?”
He laughs as he reaches out and pulls me to him, holding me close. Looking down at me, he tsks. “I don’t think there’s a tepid bone in your body, Poppy.”
“Maybe you don’t know me very well.” My voice has dropped to almost a whisper.
“That’s something I plan to remedy.” He drops his head and places a kiss on the tip of my nose. Then he takes a step back.
My mouth drops open, and I’m visibly shaking. “But...” I stammer.
“Now you know how it feels.” He grins wickedly and takes a step toward the stairs.
“You rogue!” I call to his back.
He stops and turns around. “Did you just call me a rogue?”
I nod. “Indeed, I did.”
He takes a step forward and grabs me by the hand. With one forceful tug, his arms are around me, and his lips are covering mine. I’ve never been kissed quite so thoroughly in such a public location—not even the kiss cam kiss was so…thorough. When we pull a part, I’m not quite sure what to say. Or what to do with my hands. Or how to calm down my breathing. It’s like I’ve run here from the Capitol building.
He takes my hand and winks at me. “I think I rather like being a rogue. Now, shall we find our seats in the theater?”
I nod mechanically as I slowly run my tongue over my lips. That was not, in anyway, how I pictured my diversion turning out. But I wouldn’t take it back for anything.
CHAPTER 30
POPPY
Today, it might seem like everyone in your life is trying to pick a fight with you. Their “me first” attitude may seem like they are stirring up a pot of trouble. But don’t automatically assume the other person is wrong. Valuable lessons can be learned in every conflict. Take each disagreement as an opportunity to learn something about yourself.
