Page 86 of Mr. Fixer Upper
Fuck. She wasn’t going to budge. She wasn’t ready.
“Friends then.” He was desperate. He wasn’t going to let her close this door.
“I don’t know,” she said, looking at her feet again. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“You’re friends with Cat. We’re bound to see each other from time to time.” And he wasn’t willing to let her cut him out of her life completely. It wasn’t happening.
“It doesn’t seem fair to you,” she argued. “You have feelings for me.”
She fucking had feelings for him, too. She was just too damn stubborn to admit it.
“It would be more unfair to me if you just disappeared from my life,” he countered.
She paused, and he could see the debate rage in her eyes.
“Fine. We’ll try friends. But not ‘go out to dinner and have sex’ friends,” she warned him.
“We’ll try platonic and see how that goes,” he promised.
She gave him a sad smile. “Thank you for wanting to be my friend, Gannon.”
He pulled her in for another hug. “Anything you want, princess, it’s yours. That’s what friends do.”
“I’m sorry you can’t have what you want.”
“There is one thing…”
“I’m not giving you a blow job in a linen closet.”
“You’re hilarious. You should be in comedy,” Gannon shot back. “No. The last time we kissed, you were crying. I don’t want to remember us that way. Give me something to remember, Paige.”
She cocked her head and gave himthelook. She knew exactly what he was up to. But she wasn’t saying no.
“One kiss?”
“One kiss,” he promised.
“Nothing else?”
“No hands, no blow jobs, no orgasms,” he teased.
Paige put her hands on his shoulders and rose up on her tip-toes. She brought those rosy lips to his, laying them over his mouth and kissing him softly, sweetly.
The spark that lit in him reignited embers in a slow burn. He brought his hands to her slim waist and forced himself to keep them there. Gently, he opened her mouth and tasted her. Slowly savoring, he teased and tasted as the heat between them built. She was losing herself to the kiss, letting go and just feeling. And he had to end it now before he broke a promise.
Carefully, as if she were fine crystal, he brought his hands to her face, gentling the kiss and then finally pulling back.
She looked dazed and dazzled. Satisfied he’d gotten his message across, Gannon ran his thumb across her lower lip. “Now that’s a memory worth having.”
“Friends,” she reminded him, taking a shaky breath.
“Friends,” he repeated.
She looked down pointedly. “Do you have this reaction to your other friends?”
He looked down at his very evident erection and adjusted himself. “Oh, yeah. When Flynn kisses me, it happens every other time.”
She gave him a light shove and, even better, a husky laugh. “Thanks for telling me the truth, Gannon.”
