so might’ve jeopardized the case.
I might not have been allowed to tell the asshole to fuck off when it came to Hailey, but no way would I let him believe he could watch her the way he had been.
I murmured in Hailey’s ear, “I want him to think you’re with me.” I ran my stubbled jaw against her cheek. She sucked in a soft, shaky breath, and my body trembled slightly at her reaction. “I’m going to kiss you,” I said, voice husky.
“Okay,” she breathed, the puff of air warm against my cheek.
I closed my eyes for a millisecond to gain strength for what I was about to do. When it came to Hailey, a single kiss wasn’t enough. But that was all I’d get. I traced my lips against her jaw, memorizing the soft feel of her skin, until I found her mouth.
The first kiss was tender. Hailey wrapped her arms around my neck and I enveloped her in my arms. We continued to kiss this way for the first part of the song, swaying to the music. But my craving for her became too much, and I needed more.
I opened my mouth; Hailey did the same. Her tongue welcomed mine, and like a man savoring a fine meal, I explored her mouth. And just like when we had kissed in my room, I fell even deeper for her. She was everything I had imagined she would be when we were seventeen years old. Everything and more.
I had no idea how long we’d been kissing—though in my opinion it wasn’t long enough—when Kayla said, “Hey, you two, get a room.” She laughed as Hailey and I shot apart as though lightning had struck us. “God, it’s about time you two kissed. The sexual tension between you was making me want to jump one of you just to break it.” She winked at Hailey.
“It’s…it’s not what you think,” Hailey stuttered. “I saw the creepy guy. Nolan was just kissing me to send him a message. You know, like, ‘Get lost. I’m not interested.’ ”
Her words were a dagger to my heart, adding to the previous wound, although I shouldn’t have been surprised. This wasn’t news to me.
Kayla rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
“Is he still there?” I asked, needing to redirect the conversation. Right now the asshole was the priority, rather than how I felt about Hailey and how she didn’t feel about me.
Her mouth traced the line of my jaw. “Yes.”
“Is he watching you?”
“Yes.”
The slow song ended. Even though the kissing was an act, I wasn’t ready to let Hailey leave yet. I removed her arm from around my neck and interlaced my fingers with hers. Kayla and Dylan followed us off the dance floor. We stood far enough from the guy so he didn’t get suspicious, but near enough so I could keep an eye on him until the cops showed up.
Now that I no longer had my baseball cap on, people were beginning to recognize me. I could tell some were confused why my arms were around Hailey’s hips, her back against my chest, when I was supposedly dating a Hollywood actress. Not that I cared what they thought. It was all a lie anyway. Much like me.
Brandon joined the four of us a minute later. “Detective Mathews is on his way.”
“Thanks, man,” I said.
“Anytime. Let’s hope they can get the truth out of him so you can get back to L.A.”
Hailey was busy talking to Kayla and Dylan, so I thought she hadn’t heard my conversation with Brandon. I was wrong. She stiffened in my arms when Brandon mentioned L.A., which surprised me. Was she feeling something for me like what I felt for her? Or was that just wishful thinking? But whatever it was, we were facing a ticking clock. She knew it too.
I casually peered at the asshole. He was still watching Hailey, face red, lips flattened in a bitter line. I tightened my hold on her and brushed her hair away from her neck. My lips caressed the sensitive spot below her ear. She inhaled sharply. With her back against my chest, I didn’t hear it as much as feel it.
I closed my eyes and breathed in her sweet scent. God, this time when I left town, it would feel as if someone
I might not have been allowed to tell the asshole to fuck off when it came to Hailey, but no way would I let him believe he could watch her the way he had been.
I murmured in Hailey’s ear, “I want him to think you’re with me.” I ran my stubbled jaw against her cheek. She sucked in a soft, shaky breath, and my body trembled slightly at her reaction. “I’m going to kiss you,” I said, voice husky.
“Okay,” she breathed, the puff of air warm against my cheek.
I closed my eyes for a millisecond to gain strength for what I was about to do. When it came to Hailey, a single kiss wasn’t enough. But that was all I’d get. I traced my lips against her jaw, memorizing the soft feel of her skin, until I found her mouth.
The first kiss was tender. Hailey wrapped her arms around my neck and I enveloped her in my arms. We continued to kiss this way for the first part of the song, swaying to the music. But my craving for her became too much, and I needed more.
I opened my mouth; Hailey did the same. Her tongue welcomed mine, and like a man savoring a fine meal, I explored her mouth. And just like when we had kissed in my room, I fell even deeper for her. She was everything I had imagined she would be when we were seventeen years old. Everything and more.
I had no idea how long we’d been kissing—though in my opinion it wasn’t long enough—when Kayla said, “Hey, you two, get a room.” She laughed as Hailey and I shot apart as though lightning had struck us. “God, it’s about time you two kissed. The sexual tension between you was making me want to jump one of you just to break it.” She winked at Hailey.
“It’s…it’s not what you think,” Hailey stuttered. “I saw the creepy guy. Nolan was just kissing me to send him a message. You know, like, ‘Get lost. I’m not interested.’ ”
Her words were a dagger to my heart, adding to the previous wound, although I shouldn’t have been surprised. This wasn’t news to me.
Kayla rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
“Is he still there?” I asked, needing to redirect the conversation. Right now the asshole was the priority, rather than how I felt about Hailey and how she didn’t feel about me.
Her mouth traced the line of my jaw. “Yes.”
“Is he watching you?”
“Yes.”
The slow song ended. Even though the kissing was an act, I wasn’t ready to let Hailey leave yet. I removed her arm from around my neck and interlaced my fingers with hers. Kayla and Dylan followed us off the dance floor. We stood far enough from the guy so he didn’t get suspicious, but near enough so I could keep an eye on him until the cops showed up.
Now that I no longer had my baseball cap on, people were beginning to recognize me. I could tell some were confused why my arms were around Hailey’s hips, her back against my chest, when I was supposedly dating a Hollywood actress. Not that I cared what they thought. It was all a lie anyway. Much like me.
Brandon joined the four of us a minute later. “Detective Mathews is on his way.”
“Thanks, man,” I said.
“Anytime. Let’s hope they can get the truth out of him so you can get back to L.A.”
Hailey was busy talking to Kayla and Dylan, so I thought she hadn’t heard my conversation with Brandon. I was wrong. She stiffened in my arms when Brandon mentioned L.A., which surprised me. Was she feeling something for me like what I felt for her? Or was that just wishful thinking? But whatever it was, we were facing a ticking clock. She knew it too.
I casually peered at the asshole. He was still watching Hailey, face red, lips flattened in a bitter line. I tightened my hold on her and brushed her hair away from her neck. My lips caressed the sensitive spot below her ear. She inhaled sharply. With her back against my chest, I didn’t hear it as much as feel it.
I closed my eyes and breathed in her sweet scent. God, this time when I left town, it would feel as if someone
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