“What do you think?” Gabe said, his voice too low and gritty in my ear for my body to remain cool and calm. I tuned out everyone around us.
“What? Oh, right.” I glanced down at his phone screen.
Fucking hell, she’d snapped it right after I’d ended the kiss. My fingers were still curled into his shirt and he was staring down at me, our lips still close together. I could feel the heat coming off of that image, and my body tightened with an overpowering need.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I stupidly ached to kiss him again. To do so much more than just kiss him.
“This will definitely piss off Jenzy.” He ended his statement with a slight questioning sound.
It was like being doused with cold water.
Right. That was what we were really here for, which I would do well to remember.
I pulled away from him and looked up into his eyes. “Yep. Totally. You want to post it?”
There was something in his expression that I couldn’t read, and I didn’t want to delve deeper right now. No need to go looking for trouble.
“Both of us should. Wonder which one he’ll comment on first. I have to say, pissing Jenzy off is truly enjoyable.”
I chuckled softly. “Glad I could help you find joy in this mess.”
His hand landed on my hip again, and he squeezed firmly. My breath caught in my throat.
“Pissing him off is enjoyable, but not nearly as much fun, or satisfying, as feeling my lips against yours. Even if it’s just for show,” he murmured.
“Umm,” I started.
“Was that too much? Coming on too strong? Okay, so what should our caption be? Or maybe we go with the picture saying it all without words? Yeah. Mysterious. I like it.” He tapped away on his phone. “Okay, posted. I sent the pic to you and taggedyou in my post. Did you want another drink? I’m just grabbing water.”
“Uh. Umm, sure. Water’s fine.” But he was already turning toward the bar.
Was it possible to get a hot flash and whiplash at the same time?
What the hell had just happened?
***
“Pretty sure my phone almost burst into flames when I opened up Instagram this morning. Want to talk about it?” Belinda said the following morning as she walked into my office and handed me my second cup of coffee for the day.
“Ooh, coffee,” I said, taking a big sip. “Shit. Hot.”
Belinda quirked a brow. “Yeah, it’s coffee.”
“And delicious. Thanks. I have a crazy day,” I said. Hopefully, she’d leave me alone, but I knew that wasn’t happening as soon as she dropped down into the chair across from my desk.
She eyed me over the top of her cup. “Same, but it looks like your weekend was crazier.”
“Yeah, I went to the Center to hang out with the kids and then caught a hockey game, which you would know since you were there.”
“And then almost set what looked like a bar on fire,” she teased.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
