Page 79 of The Friend Scheme
“Not a soul. I wouldn’t do that.”
“Good.”
I take him in. This is so not how I thought this would go down. But I buy what he’s telling me. I just don’t feel like he’d be able to fake it that well.
“So you’re really not just pretending to be my friend?” I ask.
“I swear, I’m not. I truly do like you. Do you still like me?”
Isn’t that a loaded question?
“I do,” I say. “And I don’t. I can’t believe you lied to me, but there’s this other part of me that…”
“What? What does this other part of you want?”
“It wants to kiss you so bad.”
He grins. “Then do it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Show me what you got, Miller.”
Hearing him say my name sends me into overdrive.
“Sure thing,” I say, and then I step closer to him.
A smart person wouldn’t do this.
But that smart person wouldn’t get kissed.
So how smart are they, really?
I put my hand on the side of his face and hold it there. He closes his eyes at my touch. Then I lean forward and gently press my lips to his. He smiles, tilts his head, then kisses me. My eyes widen, and I’m so shocked I only just remember to kiss back at the last second. Because I’m so aware that my first kiss is happening RIGHT NOW.
And the kiss itself? It’s incredible. It’s just, different from what I thought it’d be. I can feel it everywhere. His lips are so soft, backed with just enough pressure to be worth my time.
He pulls back. “Want to keep going?”
“Yeah.”
The word is filled with want. I didn’t even know I could sound like that.
He pushes me up against the wall and starts kissing harder.
I lose myself.
He starts unbuttoning my shirt. I do the same, with his. It’s sort of a scramble. We’re still in suits and ties, but I want to see as much of his body as I can. I run my hand down his bare chest, to his stomach. I’ve wanted to do this the whole time, and now I finally can.
But then I come back to myself.
What am I doing?
“Hey,” I say, pushing him back.
His shirt is hanging open now, and every part of me wants to touch him even more. His chest is all smooth, hard planes.
“What?”
