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Before she replied, I stood from my seat and she frowned, before masking it with a
straight face I couldn¡¯t read. ¡°Uh, sure.¡±
Even though I wanted to grab her by the waist and tell her that even if lots of women
had been up there, none of them got me to open up like she had, I couldn¡¯t. None of the
other girls made me want to open up. Some nagged, but Samantha, she didn¡¯t pry. I chose
to tell her. It felt good talking to her.
Turning my eyes away from her unreadable expression, I started to brush by her. I
needed to go inside, splash some water on my face, seduce her, then send her home.
But as I walked past her, she reached and grazed her fingertips against my wrist, and I
stopped.
The simple, innocent touch trapped the air in my throat, and I turned my head toward
her. So petite, still sitting on the lawn chair, one hand in her lap and the other hovering
between us, she stared at me through her long lashes. Parted slightly, her pillowy lips let a
shaky breath escape and her blue eyes shined with worry, like she was already regretting
the touch.
In that moment, I realized I never wanted Samantha to regret doing anything with me.
So, I bent my knees and with both hands, grabbed her cheeks and lowered my lips to hers.
Surprised, she gasped into my mouth before I felt her smile and melt into me. She
wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me onto the chair beside her to deepen the
kiss. All I could taste on her lips was lemonade, and I loved it, never craving the sweet and
sour beverage so much. My hands trailed from her face down her hips and I pressed my
fingers into her jeans. Once I heard her breathe deeply through her nose from my grip,
she closed the gap between her breasts and my chest. The sweet, innocent version of
Samantha who I wanted to talk to on my balcony until the sun rose was being replaced
with the purring kitten I talked to over the phone.
Needing to breathe, I pulled away, resting my forehead against hers. Both of us were
panting, our eyes glued to each other. Fuck, I had never seen blue eyes as gorgeous as
hers, swirling with flecks of green and gray. Unable to stop myself, my gaze dropped to
her heaving breasts in the silk polka-dotted top.
I raised my eyes back to hers, and she was biting her lip, eyes swirling with desire like
