Page 131 of Faking the Pass
Another round of laughter left Presley’s mouth, and he rolled his eyes heavenward.
“And your name would have been… Rosie Rump.” More hysterical laughter. “My God—it would beworththe fine to tell everyone.”
He looked around as if mentally calculating how much it would cost him to pick up a live mic and page my ex over the public address system.
“Please don’t,” I begged. “I’m in enough trouble already—andpleasedon’t tell your brothers. Besides, it’s not his fault that’s what his family name is.”
Presley’s head shook side to side. “No, but it’s his fault he decided to live up to it.”
He’d been looking out at the room, over my head, but his face dropped, and his eyes connected with mine.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to out Mr. Rump—for your sake. But I sure am going to enjoy calling him by his full name inside my head.”
Now I giggled a bit because I’d been doing that exact thing all night.
“By the way, I want you to look around this room,” Presley urged.
“Why?” I did it of course.
People were dancing. Some were talking in small groups and noshing on fancy appetizers.
“Nobody in here is even thinking about us,” he said. “They’re all too busy thinking about their own fine selves.”
“If they do happen to glance in our direction, I guarantee they’re not thinking we’re fake,” Presley said. “But just in case, let’s convince them.”
My heart experienced another jolt. “What do you mean?”
“I mean let’s double down and erase all doubt. Just go with it.”
And then he dipped me.
As he pulled me back up, Presley’s face descended, and his lips met mine. The kiss was deep and drugging.
And very, very public.
There were no paparazzi to witness it, but Presley kissed me and kissed me and kissed me, and I did nothing to end it.
I was utterly incapable of it, because it was everything I’d been missing since we’d left the island.
And it was too good to stop.
Chapter 31
More Than One Way to Be a Hero
Presley
Kissing Rosie again felt like surfacing after staying under water for too long.
It felt so good I wanted to keep going, taking it as far as she’d allow, but I was pretty sure she wouldn’t be cool with full frontal nudity in the presence of New York and Hollywood’s fashion elite.
So I turned a firehose on my libido and managed to pull my mouth away from hers.
Her expression was dazed.
Rosie blinked a few times, staggered a bit to the side—I caught her of course—and I couldn’t have been more thrilled at what I saw.
That wasn’t just surprise on her face. There was arousal there. There was hunger for something more.
