Chapter 30

• There were lots of apologies. Mostly from me. She’d accepted my apologies and then leaned in to give me a kiss goodnight, a kiss that was aimed at my cheek. Full of liquor and cocksure, I’d turned my head at the last minute and…
• “Oh, fuck…” I groaned. Was it a shame that made me lean against the tile and start fucking my fist? That made every detail of the kiss flood my mind now. The soft gasp of surprise when our lips brushed. The way her entire body went rigid as if she wanted to pull away but couldn’t. The taste on her lips, the sour sweetness of the homemade lemonade, and bourbon that I licked from her bottom lip.
• Then she made another sound, pained, but hungry. And the look she gave me before she pushed me away? She wanted me. I saw it right there in her blown pupils and her wet lips.