Page 81 of Pucking Knox
The cafe is packed when we finally arrive, but I can't stop touching her. I place my hand on her lower back as we wait for a table, I brush her hair back when it falls in her eyes, and I steal kisses between sips of coffee.
"So, it’s official," Sawyer announces, appearing with Maddie and Sydney. "Like, really official if you’re out in daylight."
Kennedy just smiles, leaning into me. "Yes, it is."
Sawyer grins, glancing between us. "Though I have to say, I think you’ve found your happy medium, girl. You’re glowing."
"I have no idea what you mean." Kennedy primly sips her coffee, but her foot hooks around my ankle under the table. Maddie and Sydney leave to get in line. Kennedy watches as they walk away. "I’m just kidding. I’m no longer a virgin."
I nearly choke on my eggs.
Sawyer makes eyes at me and then they dart back to Kennedy. "Really?"
Kennedy waggles her eyebrows.
Sawyer laughs. "Welcome to the club! We should celebrate."
Kennedy leans on me. "I’ve been celebrating it a lot."
"Jesus Christ, Kenny. That’s–"
Kennedy throws her head back and laughs. "I’m just kidding. I’m just kidding."
It takes an immense amount of self-control to not kiss her right now.
Because there's nothing proper about what we did this morning. Nothing proper about how she looks in my button-down shirt, or how she keeps giving me these looks that make me want to drag her back to bed. She is glowing, and I love the effect I have on her.
"Sawyer," Maddie calls out. "What do you want?"
"I’m starving. See you two lovebirds later." She glares at me. "I hope this means less sneaking in our dorm room."
I lift my coffee to her and cheers. She walks away.
Kennedy and I can barely make it through brunch. Every touch feels electric, every look loaded. When Kennedy "accidentally" drops her fork and has to lean down to get it, her hand brushing my thigh, I nearly drag her out of there.
"Behave," she whispers, but her eyes dance with mischief.
I kiss below her ear. "Not when you look like this."
"Like what?"
"Mine."
The word makes her shiver. Because she is mine now – completely, finally. I’m just as much hers.
After brunch, we walk through the campus, unable to stop touching. Her hand in mine, her body pressed to my side, stolen kisses against trees that make passing students smile.
"We should do something productive," she says, but makes no move to leave my arms.
"This is productive." I nip her neck. "Building our relationship. Very important."
She laughs, the sound pure joy. "Is that what we're calling it?"
"Mmhmm." My hands slide under her (my) shirt. "Very serious relationship building."
"Knox!" But she arches into my touch. "We're in public."
"Don't care." I kiss her properly, loving how she melts against me. "Want everyone to see how much I love you."
