Page 78 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
“Yes,” I admit, not wanting to lie to her.
“I like you as more than a friend too,” she practically whispers.
I cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb against her soft skin. She relaxes into my touch, her lashes grazing the tops of her cheeks.
We’re practically nose to nose, both of us leaning over the center console.
Am I going to kiss her?
“Are you going to kiss me?” she asks, her voice breathless and soft.
“Do you want me to?” I slide my hand from her cheek to the back of her neck.
Her eyes flicker from my mouth to my eyes and back again. “Yes.”
I don’t hesitate.
It’s not my first kiss, but it feels like it is—it’s like I’ve forgotten everything I’ve learned in the past. Kissing her feels brand new. I’m ruined, absolutely and pathetically ruined by her. I know I’m young, but I’m not dumb—Harlow is different. It’s never going to feel like this kissing someone else. So perfect. So right.
“Whoa,” she whispers, pulling away first.
I ache to go back in for another kiss, but I don’t want to push her.
“Yeah.” I struggle to regain my breath. “Whoa.”
She undoes her belt and then leans over, pressing a quick, surprising kiss to my mouth before getting out.
“Thanks for the ride.” She leans back in the car. “And the kiss.” She winks.
Fuck.
I’m so far gone for this girl and she’s not even my girlfriend.
CHAPTER 24
HARLOW
Ibite down on my tongue so the curse doesn’t leave my mouth in front of customers. The iced coffee I dropped covers the floor and has splashed up on my jeans. It’s the second drink I’ve spilled today.
“Whoa, butterfingers. Are you okay?” Poppy asks, hip checking me out of the way.
“I’m just feeling off,” I mutter and go to get the mop.
“Do you need to go home?” Pablo asks, genuine concern shadowing his face.
“No, no,” I chant. “I’ll be fine.”
The last place I need to be is at home. I’ll only spiral worse than I already am.
I can’t stop thinking about the encounter with Spencer in the bathroom at my parents’ house—how close he came to kissing me. How it awakened something inside me I thought long gone.
“I’ll remake the drink,” Poppy says on her way back by me.
“Thank you,” I sigh in relief as I clean the mess.
I have a few more hours left before I can go, so I need to get my head on straight.
“Take a break,” Pablo says once the floor is free of sticky coffee and cream. I open my mouth to protest, but he adds, “Five minutes. That’s all I ask.”
