Page 120 of We Shouldn't Be Together
“I already have friends who toy with my emotions,” she mutters roughly. “I don’t need another.”
My stomach twists with another ugly dose of guilt. I wince and say, “I know.”
She takes a step back and lifts her palms in front of her. “So, do we just stop this right here before it goes any further?”
As my stomach churns, my chest eases. As sappy as it sounds, there’s no conflicting emotions tearing at my heart.
I step forward and interlock my hands with Tabby’s. “No, this doesn’t stop here.”
“But you…”
In a rush, I squeeze her hands and push my lips onto hers. The tension in my shoulders subsides, and the angst knotting my spine unravels. After a moment of reservation, Tabby’s pouty mouth melds against mine. Her floral perfume awakens my senses, and I kiss her once more before pulling away.
I open my eyes to her, softly blinking. She utters some questioning sounds, and I smirk through my blush.
“Was that okay?” I mumble.
Still unable to get out a word, she nods as a smile curls her lips.
“Look, I freaked out,” I admit. “But I don’t want to stop seeing you.”
She giggles, cupping a hand over her mouth. “You kissed me.”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “I did.”
“I figured you'd wanna keep seeing me if you kissed me?”
“Plus, this place ain’t exactly my scene. I wouldn’t have kissed you in a freaking shoe department if I didn’t think you were special.”
Her doe eyes round in the most delicate way. “I’m special?”
“Do you see me kissing anyone else?”
Her fingers tap her bottom lip. “It’s another first for me,” she whispers.
“The kiss?”
She nods.
“But you’re so pretty.”
A glee-filled gasp pours out of her. “I’m pretty?”
I snort. “Is the sky blue?”
She fans her face in response.
“Seriously, I figured you had a boyfriend. How is a girl like you single?”
She shrugs. “Well, I’m not exactly the nicest person at our school.”
I cup the side of her face and draw my thumb under her chin. “When you’re away from those catty girls, you’re an angel.”
She mumbles a laugh. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Well, I still think you’re special. Special enough to tell my friends about.”
She gasps. “Would you really do that? They’d never accept…”
