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Something made a clanking noise. It took me a second to realize that it was the sound of the brush hitting the floor. Sawyer lowered a hand, moving it so that it was on my hip, pulling me right up against him so that my back was to his chest. The gap was closed.
But there was still another one. Sawyer licked his lips and I licked atmine. All I could focus on was him. His scent, his eyes, his lips. The way he was reaching up with his other hand and holding my chin. The way he was leaning down, moving towards me inch by inch. The way…
The way he pressed his lips to mine. They felt deliciously cool thanks to the cold water I had given him earlier. My lips parted, giving him permission to push his tongue into my mouth, and he did so a second later. I let out the softest of whines at the feeling, and I almost let out another one when I heard Sawyer groan in response.
His lips were planted to mine, our tongues moving together so slowly. It was perfect. It was long and drawn out and I hadn’t ever thought about what a good kisser Sawyer Westbrook might be. His heavy hand that had been on my hip circled around my waist from behind. I could feel my cheeks getting warmer and warmer with each and every second Sawyer kissed at me. He tasted so good. And felt so good. And God, his hands on me felt just as good too.
But Sawyer pulled away from me slowly. My eyes fluttered open, coming face to face with those deep, green eyes of his. I gasped, suddenly no longer lost in the moment. I had just kissed Sawyer. Sawyer Westbrook. I stepped away from him, needing some distance as my hands shook. I felt like I was going to pass out from embarrassment.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” I managed to let out. My face felt hot. My whole body felt hot. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have… I… Bye!”
Sawyer frowned at me, looking as if he was about to say something, but I literally spun on my heels and ran away. It was a pathetic thing to do, but my brain wouldn’t let me comprehend any other option. I made a speedy exit, making my way through the halls until I finally got outside, greeted with the cool afternoon air. Finally having a chance to let out a deep breath, I felt my heart booming in my chest.
I had just kissed Sawyer. Kissed him properly. It was different to that kiss on the cheek I had given him the other day. That had been a gentle moment between us – just something to solidify the fact that we had moved on from our stupid hatred of one another.
But a kiss on the lips was an entirely different scenario.
I kissed him. Kissed! Or did he kiss me? My eyebrows furrowed for a second, wondering who started it and if it even mattered at all.
The kiss had been so deep and intense. And Sawyer’s lips… They were perfect. Then there was the way his big hands felt on me; the way he grabbed me and pulled me so close. Our bodies had been pressed right up against each other. And that groan he had let out… God, it was all so good and felt so right.
The kiss was perfect.
And if I was being honest with myself, it was the best kiss I had ever had in my life.
I wanted more. I needed more. Sawyer Westbrook of all people had me eager for another kiss. But… just because we had apologized to one another didn’t mean a thing. We had moved on from a mutual hatred of one another to some normalcy. Not romance. Sawyer would never want me that way. That kiss probably meant nothing to him. It was some dumb, heat of the moment memory he would forget.
I sighed, suddenly feeling a little bit of heartache coming on. Maybe I liked Sawyer. Just a little. He was so much more than I ever could have known.
But the sinking feeling in my chest made me wonder if he could ever feel the same way.
Chapter 35
SAWYER
“I painted some flowers today at the library. And then Holly Sutton kissed me,” was the first thing I said to Brodie when I sat down at the diner.
His eyes widened, pausing midway, a French fry an inch away from his mouth. “Holy shit. No way. You’re lying.”
“Nope.” I rubbed at the back of my neck. “Definitely happened. Can’t forget it. Keeps replaying in my head. I keep thinking about it. My brain won’t let me think about anything else. I don’t know how to—"
“Okay, okay, okay,” Brodie chuckled, holding up both hands. “You kissed a hot girl and now you’re traumatized.”
“No, she kissed me.” I pointed a finger at my chest.
“Holly kissedyou?”
“What, that’s so fucking hard to believe or something?” I barked at him and stole a French fry from his plate.
He chuckled again. “No, it’s just… Holly doesn’t seem like the kind to take the leap is all.”
“Well, she did. Or… Or I did… Fuck, did I kiss her or did she kiss me?” I buried my face in my hands. I could still taste her lip gloss. Sweet and sugary. And Jesus fuck were her lips soft. They were so plump, so full, felt so good up against mine.
“Does it matter?”
“Yes!” I snapped at him, sending him a glare.
“You wanna explain why?”
