Page 3 of Love Undecided
I’m laughing and crying so hard I have to scoot my chair out and bend over. Brad comes around to my side of the table and kneels in front of me and pulls me into his arms. One hand strokes my back while the other strokes my hair and he murmurs comforting words in my ear.
When I stop, he leans back, his hands on either side of my face.
“God, you’re beautiful.” The look in his eyes so sincere, I get lost in them.
Again.
Before I realize what’s happening we’ve leaned in and are kissing.
I’m not sure if I kissed him or if he kissed me, but it feels amazing. He groans and deepens the kiss, one hand coming around the back of my head, keeping it in place. His tongue plunging, his lips commanding, the combination intoxicating.
He tastes so manly, like mint and lemon and home.
He tastes like I’ve come home.
I moan and lose myself in the kiss, not bothering to come back to reality until I hear a throat clear, and a small voice asks, “Brad?”
I pull away and look up to see Stacy standing behind him, her face frozen in disbelief, with eyes wide, mouth agape, and one hand at her neck.
He stands and turns to look at her.
“Aw, Stace... Shit….”
She looks between Brad and me. “I wanted to make sure you were okay… but I can see now you are fine. So... I’m gonna go.”
And with that, she turns and runs away.
Brad stands there looking like he’s been shot.
“FUCK! I’ll be back.”
He turns to leave, then looks back and points at me.
“Kat, don’t move!” he growls, and he runs after her.
I sit there, stunned.
What the fuck just happened?
I stand up, throw a bunch of money on the table, and head for the nearest bar, pulling my phone out to text my besties, Lexie and Remi, as I go.
Shit. Fuck. Piss. Shit. Fuck. Piss. Shit. Fuck. Piss.
