Page 68 of Sunkissed Colorado
She shook her head sharply. “We’re not talking about it.”
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly.”
Oh-kay.Play with fire, and you might get burned. But my mouth wouldn’t stay shut. “It’s okay that you changed your mind. Alright? I’m not mad. Just to be clear.”
“I know that.”
“It was a great kiss too, for what it’s worth.”
“Callum.”
“Also, you kissed me, if you recall. You started it, not me. Like the food fight.”
“And it’s never happening again,” she said firmly. “Can you drive now please?”
I pulled away from the curb. “I mean, itcouldhappen. Only if you want it to.”
Silence.
When we reached Rosie’s house, Zandra jumped out before I’d even put the truck in park. “Never mention this,” she said through the open door.
“Zandra, come on?—”
She slammed the truck door and hurried up the walkway. I waited until she was safely inside, the porch light casting a warm glow as she disappeared through the front door.
I sat there for a long moment, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.
SEVENTEEN
Zandra
I woketo a warm lump trying to smother me.
“Chloe,” I tried to say, though of course the word came out muffled. When I attempted to move, Chloe meowed indignantly about being disturbed from her beauty sleep. “Get off me, you menace.”
She shifted and I sat up, greeting the same view I’d faced every morning for the last couple of weeks. The tiny guestroom in my auntie Rosie’s house, with sunlight streaming through the gingham curtains and a bed narrow enough to make me feel like I was back in my college dorm.
Then everything about last night rushed back to me. Proof that nothing was the same, because I had done something unforgivably stupid.
I’d kissed Callum.
I had pushed Callum onto the couch and practically mauled his face.
“Oh geez. Why did I do that?”
Well, perhaps the answer to that was obvious. I’d wanted him. Callum had been so sweet and sexy andlickablelast night that I’d lost all reason.
My body heated and my heart raced as my mind replayed thememory. In the past, I would have expected Callum to be pushy and careless with a woman, rushing through the kisses and caresses in the hopes of just getting off.
But he hadn’t been that way at all.
He’d kissed me like he wanted to memorize my taste. Like if my kiss was the entire meal and nothing more was on the menu, he would’ve been completely satisfied. I’d felt his erection, of course, but he hadn’t seemed to be in any hurry.
If anything,Iwas the one who’d been pushy.
His touch had been firm but deliberate, holding me close. The way his tongue had teased my mouth, and his lips had nibbled mine…
