Pushing my hand slightly higher on her thigh, my thumb continues to make circles. Kenna places her hand on top of mine and gives it a gentle squeeze.
I look down at her hand on mine. “Guess it’s my turn.” I swallow the lump that forms in my throat whenever I think of Mom.
“I can’t afford any distractions this year. It has to be my best season yet.” I hold up one finger. “I cried like a baby when I got back to my hotel room on draft night.” I hold up a second. “I’ve never wanted any of my sister’s friends,” I finish, holding up a third finger.
The slightest frown appears on Kenna’s face.
“Which is the lie, Kenna?”
“Well, I know every season matters for you guys. But this season, I’m guessing you could get pulled up with the stats you pulled last year. So that’s a truth.” She hesitates before she says, “I’ve only seen you cry once and that was the day your mom passed.”
“So you think that’s my lie?”
Kenna looks at me and shrugs. “Sure. I mean, I know you’ve always said Colorado was your first choice. So I’m sure you were ecstatic, but I can’t see you crying on the best night of your life.”
I brush my hand up the side of her thigh and wrap it around her waist.
“Wrong. The emotions of my dream coming true and my mom not being there to see it were too much. I cried so hard Katie thought I was hurt when she came into the room. She said it had to be that or that Emily trapped me with a baby.” I snort. “Thank fuck that didn’t happen.”
“So . . .” Kenna pauses.
I rub my palm up and down her lower back and move my head closer to her.
“Yeah, so . . .”
Her breath hitches again as I grab the side of her face to pull her in.
I press my forehead to hers as I say, “It was my lie, Kenna. I’ve wanted to kiss you for-fucking-ever, but I didn’t know how you’d react.” I take a deep breath.
Am I really going to do this?
Before I can second guess myself, I take the plunge and rasp, “Can I kiss you?”
The words barely leave my lips before Kenna softly presses hers to mine. A bolt of energy passes through me with just one touch.
Is this really happening?
I kiss Kenna intently, exploring her pillowy soft lips, bringing her plush bottom lip forward and biting into it.
I groan at the first delicious taste of her. She tastes better than I could’ve dreamed, like vanilla and mint wrapped together.
Passing my tongue over her lips, she opens for me. In an instant, the kiss deepens, turning desperate.
Her touch is intoxicating. She’s a high I never want to come down from.
I’m completely gone for this girl after only one kiss and fuck if it doesn’t feel right.
4
June
Acurl of heat erupts in my stomach as Griffin grips my waist and pulls me down so I’m straddling his lap.
His fingers curl into the hem of my shirt as he kisses across my cheek, leaving trails of kisses along my jawline.
Is this really happening? If this is a dream, I think I’ll die of disappointment upon waking. Griffin’s lips are back on mine. A gasp leaves my lips, opening them. In a second, Griff’s tongue tangles with mine again, and I moan.
I.Moan.
