Page 33 of Broken Hearts
We’ve been kissing for the better part of an hour. Just kissing and OMG just kissing Rhett issonot just kissing. He toys with a strand of hair at my neck while he nips at my bottom lip.
“I should probably go,” I say. Leaving is the last thing I want to do, but the longer we keep at this, the harder it’s going to be to go. And I have to go. I’ll hate myself tomorrow if I hook up with him and that turns out to be all he wanted from me.
“Okay.” His hand slides back to lightly grasp my neck and he pulls me in for another scorching hot kiss.
So quickly I’m caught up in him again, and tossing good intentions out the window to keep sucking face. He’s really, really good at it.
He pulls back before I do with a little groan deep in his throat. “Do you need a ride back to the dorm?”
“No, I borrowed Josie’s car.”
“Let me walk you out.” He stands and pulls me with him. The apartment has quieted and none of his friendly roommates or their girlfriends are in the living room as we walk through.
The night is clear and there’s a breeze that whips my hair around my shoulders and into my face.
“Can I see you again?” he asks, swinging our joined hands between us.
“Umm...” I start watching the ground in front of me. I know I’m going to say yes, but I need a few seconds to let all of my fears bounce around in my brain. “When?”
“Whenever you’re free,” he says so casually like he’s willing to rearrange his whole schedule to see me again.
“Great. How about tomorrow night?” I bite back a smile as I glance at him.
He rubs at his jaw. “I’ve got a small conflict tomorrow night.”
We both laugh.
“Are you nervous about the game?” I stop next to the driver’s side door of Josie’s car.
“Yes,” he admits, then changes the topic back. “Go out with me Tuesday night?”
I’m hesitant to make plans with him. I like spending time together. I really like kissing him, but I’m still not sure I truly believe he isn’t a player. Plus, there are only two months of school left. Where can this possibly go? It feels like spending more time with him is the equivalent of signing myself up for a mini life course in dating disasters.
“Text me when you get back to Valley.” I lean forward and press my lips to his, then shift to open the car door before I attack his mouth and say screw the consequences.
He holds on to the top of the door while I get situated in the seat, then shuts me in.
I roll down the window and put it in reverse. “Good luck tomorrow night.”
“Good luck at your interview.”
“You remembered.”
“I know it seems like my brain doesn’t work when you’re around, but I do remember the things you say.”
He steps back and I ease off the brake, letting the car slowly roll backward. “Thanks for tonight. I had fun.”
“Me too.” He grins and stays in the same spot, watching as I pull away from the apartment.
And despite all my reservations, I smile like a fool the entire drive back to the dorms.
* * *
Monday afternoon,I reserve a private room at the library for my video call interview with Dalton Technologies. Kelsie, the HR woman conducting the interview, smiles brightly at me when I join the call.
“Hi, Sienna!”
“Hello.” I wave and fidget with the collared dress shirt. I’m not nervous, but I really hate interviews. Does anyone like them? Kelsie sure seems like she does.
