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Hell, I can’t even put into words how I feel about him.
A hint of sweetness lights my palette as his lips graze mine carefully. His hands slide to my hips, fisting the yellow fabric as if he needs something to anchor him to the ground. I pull at the thick strands of red that have plagued my every waking moment, and in this moment, I feel nothing but him.
This kiss is good. No, it’s better than good. It’s perfect.
Lifealtering.
Who am I and what the hell is happening to me? Kisses have never been this sweet.
Kenneth pulls back, his eyes never leaving mine as he tucks a hair behind my ear. “I’d wait forever if it meant I got to kiss you again, Eddie.”
“I don’t think you’ll have to wait that long. Just give me a minute,” I laugh, struggling to catch my breath. “What the hell are we going to do now?”
He closes his eyes, and I’m glad I’m not the only one struggling to breathe after that. “Let’s figure it out tomorrow. I’m enjoying this moment a little too much to worry about what’s coming next.”
“I hate you and your lack of crippling anxiety so much,” I mutter.
But all my worries are forgotten when his lips meet mine again.
Chapter Thirty-Two
I’m a confrontational person.People often think confrontational people enjoy arguing, which isn’t necessarily true. Confrontation allows for honesty and transparency in relationships, which is necessary.
But today? I can’t handle being honest or transparent, which is why I’m in bed and ignoring my alarm to get ready for my first official date with Kenneth.
Yes. I said date.
Two knocks on my door send Winry to the floor, trotting to greet the person on the other side.
“Mally?” Shay says, pushing the door open. “You better get up and start getting ready. There’s no way you’re going on a first date with your hair looking like that.”
I pull my hood over my head and pull the strings tight. “I’m not going.”
“What do you mean you’re not going?” Cade shrieks, loud enough to burst my eardrums. Heavy footsteps race down the hallway toward my room, and he pops his head over Shay’s. “MalPal, don’t listen to her. I think you’retotallydate ready. Go just like that.”
“Shove it, dickweed,” I hiss, hurling my stress ball at his head.
Shay pulls him down by his neck to whisper in his ear. With a pat on her head, Cade blows me a kiss before leaving us alone.
She closes the door behind her and leans down to grab the stress ball. “Spiraling about the kiss, huh?”
I scream into my pillow as a response.
“Thought so. Adri and Jo are planning an emergency sleepover and movie night, so be ready to give all the details. Were you threatened?”
I want to say yes, but that would be a lie. “No. I kissed the man I spent years hating willingly.Willingly,Shaylene!”
“Was it good at least?”
She doesn’t want to know the things I have to say about that. Not a single one is even remotely appropriate.
Dammit.I want to kiss him again. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since last night.
“Mallory Ella Edwards! You’re literally thinking about kissing him right now!”
“Am not!”I so am. “Okay fine, but it doesn’t matter. Relationships are and will continue to be a sore spot for me. It’s probably best to end it now.”
“Bullshit,” Shay mutters, squeezing the hell out of the stress ball. “I’m calling bullshit. Stand up and start getting ready right now. I’m not playing around.”
