Page 178 of We Shouldn't Be Together
Tabby blushes as she sneaks a glance at me. “This wasn’t our first kiss.”
Mocking, “ooohs,“ cheer out of the boys and makes me want to dig myself a shallow grave.
“Okay.” I wave my hands in front of me and force more air between Tabby and my friends. “That’s enough details. All you need to know is Tabby is here now, and you’ll be seeing a lot more of her.”
“You guys are, like, official?” Tyler questions.
I stall, checking Tabby’s reaction.
“We haven’t exactly labelled anything,” she says hesitantly.
She bites into her bottom lip and I’m about to melt. I take too many seconds to register everyone’s staring at me.
“Umm, ahh, yeah,” I stumble over my tongue. “We’re just seeing how things go.”
Parker winks. “So she’s still a free agent?”
I step forward and flick him between the eyebrows.
He jumps back with a yelp.
“No, Parker.” I plant a hand on the small of Tabby’s back and feel that delicate shiver. “Keep your hands to yourself.”
She swings on the balls of her feet, hands clasped in front of her. “My eyes aren’t on anyone other than Kai.”
More mocking, “ooohs,“ whoosh out of the boys.
I clutch Tabby’s latched hands and gently swing them. “I’m all hers, if she’ll have me.”
She grins, nodding with immense excitement. “She’ll have you.”
I lean in and peck her lips, quick to pull away with the threat of more, “ooohs.”
I turn to the guys and kick at the air. “What are you all standing around for? Get back on your boards.”
As if they feel guilty for my embarrassment, they get on their skateboards and ride back toward the ramps and rails.
Tabby curls her arms around my left arm and leans into me.
I rock my skateboard under my foot. “Do you want a skateboard lesson?”
She bites her lip. “As much as I wanted a soccer lesson.”
“So, you wanna ditch it and make out instead?”
She giggles. “Not in front of your friends.”
I slide the board between us and gesture toward it. “Go on. Jump on.”
She squeezes my hand. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to balance.”
“I got you.”
There’s a twinkle in her brown eyes as she gingerly steps onto the board. She squeaks, clenching my hand as the skateboard nosedives.
I laugh, planting a hand on the small of her back. “See those bolts. Put your foot by them. That way, the board won’t topple over.”
“This doesn’t feel natural.”
