Page 70 of Sunkissed Colorado
Like he was thinking about the kiss.
A cascade of flutters erupted in my stomach.
“Alright.” It wasn’t a very long walk to Hearthstone. Rosie’s house was practically on his route anyway. This didn’t have to be weird.
Except for the fact that he would’ve driven to Main Street, gone to Silver Linings, and then backtracked to walk here and meet me.
Oh, and the part whereyou kissed him last night. And then ran away.
But I was not acknowledging that.
“Also, I thought we should talk about last night,” Callum said.
Dammit. “No, thanks.”
“I realize you told me not to mention it. But what was that intelligent phrase we used to say on the playground? Ah, right. You’re not the boss of me.Yet, anyway.”
Ha. If he wanted to be cute about this, I could too. “What did you want to talk about? The brownies?”
His smile grew as he sipped his coffee. “I was thinking more about the part that happened after.”
“Can’t recall. Oh, the movie?”
“Play it that way if you want, Z, but we’re going to talk about it eventually. I’ll wear you down.”
“Stop calling me Z.”
He tipped his head back and laughed. “It’s way too late for you to object. I’ve been calling you Z for weeks.”
I decided the silent treatment was in order, because he was infuriating. And also correct. Him calling me Z wasn’t such a big deal, but it was a symptom of my larger problem. Clearly I hadn’t been thinking straight around him for a long while now.
We turned onto Main Street. Callum seemed to know half the people we passed and said hello, slapping backs and shaking hands like a future politician. I sipped my latte.
But we were only halfway down the block when he said, “You’re seriously going to pretend that kiss didn’t happen?”
“What kiss?” I was all-in on this denial thing. I smiled and nodded at someone walking by with a Jack Russell on a leash.
“Our epic, hot-as-fuck make-out session?—”
“Lower your voice,” I hissed.
“Which definitely happened. Ring any bells?”
“Nope.”
Callum glanced over at me, his cheerful expression hardening.
Then he tugged me into a narrow gap between two brick buildings. “I’m going to make you talk.”
“You can’t.”
“I’ve proven before that I can.” He took the coffee cup from my hand, setting it and his own on the concrete.
“Hey! I was drinking that.”
“You can finish it later. After you admit the fact that you kissed me.” The smirk made a reappearance as he blocked my wayout, one arm reaching to brace against the wall. “And you liked it.”
I sputtered, backed up against the brick wall. Both a real one and a metaphorical one.
