Page 69 of Jaked


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Instantly, I scratched outthatpossibility. Hecouldn’tbe. Maybe his words meant something else entirely. Maybe I was his so-called girl because I was going to be his kid sister by marriage.

And yet, he hadn't been treating me like a sister. Or a kid for that matter.

The next time we stopped, he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to his side. His body felt hard and warm. I wondered what it would be like if Iwerehis girl. A wistful sigh escaped my lips. That was like wishing for snow on the Fourth of July. Barring a miracle, it was never going to happen.

Still, the fantasy was nice, and I vowed to enjoy it. Against all my expectations, I was having a terrific time. Together, we snaked our way through the crowd, talking and laughing as went.

As the minutes passed and the champagne glasses came and went, I found it a whole lot easier to improvise. I felt his hand on my back and heard is voice in my ear. Maybe this wasn't a date, but it sure as hell felt like it.

The next time we stopped, I gave up trying to figure it out. Instead, I leaned into him, no longer caring if this was all part of an act or my own crazy imagination.

Soon, I heard his voice, low in my ear.

"Luna?

"Hmmm," I said.

"Kiss me."