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Bleary eyed, I watched as my friend staggered in the direction of the petite redhead he’d had his eyes on all night but was intercepted by a curvy brunette, who swept in and kissed him instead.
I watched as my friend momentarily froze before wrapping his arms around the brunette and reciprocating her kiss.
Ugh.
Christ.
Shaking my head, I turned away from the mauling only to be intercepted by the same tiny redhead.
“Whoa,” I managed to say about a millisecond before she pulled my face down to hers and crashed her lips to mine.
Holy fuck.
My immediate reaction was to jerk away, knowing that foreign lips had no business on mine, but then I remembered that my lips didn’t belong to anyone.
Breathing hard, I kept my hands on the redhead’s shoulders to keep her at bay, while I tried to clear my thoughts.
“Please kiss me,” she begged, fisting the front of my shirt as she pushed up on tiptoes. It wasn’t an aggressive move. It was a desperate one. “Please.”
Big, green eyes shone up at me, looking just as uncertain as I felt.
In fact, her eyes looked like they were close to spilling tears.
Jesus.
I had no clue what it was, but something about this girl’s eyes had me nodding slowly.
Relief flashed in her eyes, and she tipped her chin up to meet mine.
And then, for the first time in my life, I kissed a girl who wasn’t named Lizzie Young.
The kiss wasn’t mind-blowing.
It wasn’t fireworks.
It wasn’t Liz.
But itwasnice.
“I can’t figure out if you’re waiting with me out of choice or pity,” the redhead, whose name I’d learned was Katie, mused after the disco, as we sat on the footpath outside the building. “Because, as grateful as I am to you for saving me back there, I don’t think my pride can take another knock tonight.”
Her words drifted through the fog in my head, and my eyes snapped to attention. “Huh?”
Her cheeks turned red. “Never mind.”
Catching the end of her ramble, I arched a brow and asked, “Why would I be here out of pity?”
She shrugged. “Just know that you saved me from making a massive fool of myself.”
“By kissing you?”
“Trust me, Hugh.”
“Fair enough.”
“Case won’t even remember his name,” she sighed, gesturing to the wall our friends were getting off behind. “This is what she does.”
“You don’t approve?”
