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Like this is just the beginning.
My chest swells and tightens at this new aching sweetness, and I don’t know what to make of it.
My heart trips and skitters in my chest, and I can’t tell if it’s excitement or terror. Or both.
I don’t know what to make of any of this.
And Zack knows it.
“You’re okay,” he says in a low voice as he trails kisses across my cheek and down my jaw. “I’ve got you. You’re okay, Bailey.”
I don’t know how he knew that’s what I needed to hear, but it takes away that edge of panic, and then I’m back to drowning in this new world of blazing heat and overwhelming need.
I sink against him, letting him hold my weight as I kiss him the way he’s kissing me.
Like we have all the time in the world. Like there’s nothing in this world more important than exploring and tasting and learning each other.
Yup, I am definitely back to drowning in sensations. But I’m not lost at sea.
Zack’s got me, and he’s holding me tight.
And while I might not have a clue what this means...
I also know that there’s no place I’d rather be.
EIGHTEEN
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH BAILEY TUCKER?
Zack
The next morningI’m leaning down so close to Bailey that my nose brushes against hers. Her soft laughter is a breath of warm air against my lips.
“You smell like hot chocolate,” I inform her as we continue our epic PDA on the sidewalk in front of Windy Falls’ front gates.
I’m not working today, and Bailey swears Grayson’s off today too, but Bailey has a shift so I’m here on fake boyfriend duty. Plus, I’m a little worried that Grayson will show.
He hasn’t said a word to Bailey yet—at least, as far as I know. No texts, no calls.
And that’s put me on edge.
I know Grayson, and he’s not the kind of guy to sit back and let another dude take his girl.
I pull back and squint down at her. “Seriously, Smurfette. Who has hot chocolate for breakfast?”
She purses her lips like she’s thinking this over, and it’s so stinkin’ cute. “Keebler elves?” she offers. “And maybe childrenunder the age of ten.” I start to laugh as she adds, “ButIhad a mocha latte with breakfast.”
“Ah,” I lean down and kiss her. “Much more mature.”
She smirks. “That’s me. Mature.”
I have so many dirty jokes whirling in my head, I don’t even know where to start. Bailey rolls her eyes like she can see it coming and is not having it. So, I settle for, “That’s you, all right. Rated M.”
She snickers, and then she opens her mouth to retort but she’s cut off by a too-loud comment coming from a girl entering the park to our right. “Oh look, it’s the whore and her new boytoy.”
Bailey stiffens, but neither of us looks over to see who said it. Instead, I take one of my hands from Bailey’s waist and hold it up to flip them off. Bailey’s eyes never leave mine, and I love the fact that she’s laughing right now. Her eyes crinkle at the edges and little dimples appear at the corners of her mouth. She’s genuinely laughing about the fact that I’m giving some Graysonite dipshits the bird.
Huh. This was not how I’d expected Bailey to react on her first day back at work after the public breakup. Honestly, I was just as worried as Janie about how Bailey’s going to deal with all the hate coming her way in the aftermath. But seeing her laugh off these bitches just now?
