Page 33 of Dessert Flirt Repeat
Me:I agree
Five smiling emojis. I grin at my phone.
Becca:Okay! Tomorrow it’s happening! Here’s our schedule: 1. Film a sexy TikTok 2. KISS!!
I double over laughing. God, she’s hilarious. My stomach does a flip. Damn, when was the last time that happened?
I refocus, relishing that feeling inside of me.
Me:Can’t wait ;)
* * *
When I walk into Sweet Cheeks, I don’t see Becca standing behind the counter, cleaning up after closing, like usual. The place is empty.
“Hello?” I call out. No answer.
I notice a massive glass bottle of bourbon sitting at the counter. It’s nearly full. It looks like someone took a couple of shots from it though.
I smile to myself, thinking about the string of texts Becca sent me last night. I wonder if she had a few slugs of the hard stuff before she texted me, proposing that we kiss.
While I walk over to the bottle, the door to the back swings open, and in walks Becca.
Her doe eyes go wide for a full second before she starts to smile. “Hey.” She sounds breathless, and something about makes the skin on my arms go hot.
Is that what she sounds like when she’s writhing against another body? When she’s turned on? When she’s so aroused, she’s aching to burst?
I clear my throat and bite down so hard, my jaw aches. Jesus, I really, really need to get ahold of myself. I can’t be thinking such X-rated thoughts. She’s standing three feet from me.
“Hey,” I say, my voice strangled. I gesture to the bottle. “Are we incorporating a new ingredient into today’s video?”
Becca chuckles and shakes her head. “I needed a bit of liquid courage. For later. For when we, um…” She fidgets with her hands. “When we, you know…”
I can’t help the wide smile that pulls at my mouth. “Kiss?”
She nods quickly, her pale cheeks flushing ruby red.
I rest my hand on the counter, leaning forward. “Say it with me: kiss.”
She laughs as we say it together.
“Funny how you could text the word ‘kiss’ so many times to me last night and you can barely say it now,” I tease.
She crosses her arms, her cheeks fading to pink. She glances at the bourbon. “I had a few gulps of that to help me build up the nerve.” She looks back over at me. “And it’s a lot easier sometimes to write something than to say it. And then to actuallydothat thing…”
I take a step back to give Becca more space. Clearly she’s nervous, and I don’t want to crowd her.
“Listen, if you changed your mind, Becca, that’s perfectly okay. We can forget the other night ever happened. And we can forget about our text conversation.” My tone is light as I speak. As disappointing as that would be, I’m not about to kiss Becca if she’s uncomfortable.
She frowns and shakes her head quickly, like she’s upset at the idea of us not kissing. It sends a tiny thrill through me.
“No, I definitely still want to kiss you, Gage. I’m just a really awkward and nervous person.” She lets out a flustered laugh.
“You’re not. You’re fucking adorable.”
She smiles before biting her bottom lip. “You’re too kind.”
“Nope. Just speaking the truth.”
