following seconds. It was only him and her and the taste of Cherry Coke.
It was the most perfect kiss she’d ever experienced.
The rhythmic bass from the jukebox barely reached her ears because her heart was beating to the sound of an entirely different melody. She was pretty sure it matched the pace of Benji’s as he moved closer and pulled her against his chest, deepening the kiss as his tongue slid past her lips.
An involuntary moan slowly made its way up her throat and he drank it in, devouring her mouth hungrily and with so much heat she was afraid she’d somehow get burned.
It was a hell of a kiss. Benji sure knew what he was doing.
But the wolf-whistles and applause sounding from behind them caused her to pull away—much sooner than she wanted to—and she turned to stare at her brother, sister, and their friends with a red face.
“Get it, girl!” Agnes yelled through cupped hands. “Get you some Benji sugar. Owwoo!”
“Ooh la la.” Lydia teased with a laugh.
The only one who didn’t seem to be teasing them was Jeb, who was too busy staring back and forth between them in confusion.
Glancing back at Benji apologetically, she tucked some hair behind her ear nervously and smiled. “Sorry about that…”
“No way. Don’t apologize. I’m the one who kissed you.” He grinned and her eyes immediately fell to his lips.
She wanted to kiss him again…
“I wanted you to.” She mumbled.
He must not have heard her over the music because he cocked his head to the side and smiled. “What?”
“N-nothing.” She stammered, a fit of giggles overcoming her as she slowly backed away from him and headed back to retrieve her ball.
In all honesty she should have been paying attention to her walking instead of looking at him, because the next thing she knew her ass was hitting the floor and she wanted to shrink down to the size of an ant. She’d tripped over her own feet.
“Oh my god! Laney! Are you okay?” Lydia asked as she jumped up from her seat.
Everyone was trying to rush to her rescue and all she wanted to do was hide.
“I’m fine.” She lied. Her tailbone was going to pay for that mistake, but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as her ego. “I’m clumsy. My bad.”
It was Benji’s hands that grabbed her first and he hoisted her up with surprising strength. It was then—and only then—that she noticed the muscles he possessed. God, when had he gotten such muscles?
“You okay?” He rested a hand against the small of her back. “That was a nasty fall.”
“I’m fine, honest.” Her breathing was shallow, but that was probably due to the fact he’d just kissed the life out of her. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” He released her once again and she carefully moved to her seat.
The game continued on and their kiss was seemingly forgotten.
Or at least she thought so until she caught Jeb staring at her. His expression was hard to read.
Was he mad at her?
Offering him a small smile, she hoped that wasn’t the case. He knew the truth about Benji’s past—was he judging her for the kiss?
She opened her mouth to say something, anything, when his phone began chirping. It must have been a pretty important message because he immediately got up from his seat and hurried towards the door.
Who was he talking to?
Being a McIntosh meant she was a naturally curious creature. Of course she got up to follow him outside because for all she knew it was a text from their parents. Maybe something was wrong with their father.
Oh god, I hope not!
Panic seized her as she picked up the pace, practically running out the front door and coming to an abrupt halt when she
It was the most perfect kiss she’d ever experienced.
The rhythmic bass from the jukebox barely reached her ears because her heart was beating to the sound of an entirely different melody. She was pretty sure it matched the pace of Benji’s as he moved closer and pulled her against his chest, deepening the kiss as his tongue slid past her lips.
An involuntary moan slowly made its way up her throat and he drank it in, devouring her mouth hungrily and with so much heat she was afraid she’d somehow get burned.
It was a hell of a kiss. Benji sure knew what he was doing.
But the wolf-whistles and applause sounding from behind them caused her to pull away—much sooner than she wanted to—and she turned to stare at her brother, sister, and their friends with a red face.
“Get it, girl!” Agnes yelled through cupped hands. “Get you some Benji sugar. Owwoo!”
“Ooh la la.” Lydia teased with a laugh.
The only one who didn’t seem to be teasing them was Jeb, who was too busy staring back and forth between them in confusion.
Glancing back at Benji apologetically, she tucked some hair behind her ear nervously and smiled. “Sorry about that…”
“No way. Don’t apologize. I’m the one who kissed you.” He grinned and her eyes immediately fell to his lips.
She wanted to kiss him again…
“I wanted you to.” She mumbled.
He must not have heard her over the music because he cocked his head to the side and smiled. “What?”
“N-nothing.” She stammered, a fit of giggles overcoming her as she slowly backed away from him and headed back to retrieve her ball.
In all honesty she should have been paying attention to her walking instead of looking at him, because the next thing she knew her ass was hitting the floor and she wanted to shrink down to the size of an ant. She’d tripped over her own feet.
“Oh my god! Laney! Are you okay?” Lydia asked as she jumped up from her seat.
Everyone was trying to rush to her rescue and all she wanted to do was hide.
“I’m fine.” She lied. Her tailbone was going to pay for that mistake, but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as her ego. “I’m clumsy. My bad.”
It was Benji’s hands that grabbed her first and he hoisted her up with surprising strength. It was then—and only then—that she noticed the muscles he possessed. God, when had he gotten such muscles?
“You okay?” He rested a hand against the small of her back. “That was a nasty fall.”
“I’m fine, honest.” Her breathing was shallow, but that was probably due to the fact he’d just kissed the life out of her. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” He released her once again and she carefully moved to her seat.
The game continued on and their kiss was seemingly forgotten.
Or at least she thought so until she caught Jeb staring at her. His expression was hard to read.
Was he mad at her?
Offering him a small smile, she hoped that wasn’t the case. He knew the truth about Benji’s past—was he judging her for the kiss?
She opened her mouth to say something, anything, when his phone began chirping. It must have been a pretty important message because he immediately got up from his seat and hurried towards the door.
Who was he talking to?
Being a McIntosh meant she was a naturally curious creature. Of course she got up to follow him outside because for all she knew it was a text from their parents. Maybe something was wrong with their father.
Oh god, I hope not!
Panic seized her as she picked up the pace, practically running out the front door and coming to an abrupt halt when she
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