“Like that night on the porch. You snuck out of Poppy’s room after everyone had gone to bed.”
I nod slowly. “Our first kiss.”
“The best kiss.”
“Yeah?”
He gives a crooked half-smile. “For sure. Nothing beats the first.”
I can’t help but think he’s talking about more than just our first kiss. “True.”
“I’m trying like hell not to kiss you right now.” Again, his attention flickers to the stairway.
His eyes search mine, and something in them looks heavy, lust-filled. He places his hands on either side of the archway molding, leaning closer to me. My heartrate picks up, and my lips tingle in anticipation. I’m torn between stopping him and pulling him the rest of the way forward.
“Delaney,” he murmurs.
“Yeah?” I practically whisper.
He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, his thumb lingering a second longer than it should. “You look tired.”
I laugh under my breath. “That’s what you wanted to whisper to me?”
He smiles. “Forgive me for being gun-shy.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
What am I saying? Walk out of his house right now!
He closes the space between us, and my breath hitches.
“Bennett,” I whisper.
His eyes darken. “Tell me later.”
He leans in, and every cell in my body screams for him to kiss me… kiss me.
The screen door bangs, and both of our heads whip in that direction.
Nash drops his bag onto the floor. “Man, Poppy’s gonna kill me.”
Moment officially over.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sean,
* * *
Once we stepped over that invisible barrier, we didn’t stop. It was a hot and explosive six weeks of my life. I won’t get into the specifics, but it wasn’t just the sex. It was the feelings that went along with us being unable to stop touching each other.
We’d have late night talks about the years since we’d seen one another. I didn’t even mind hearing his story about meeting Kristie at his first frat party where they bonded over our breakup. Months later, and he was still reeling from it.
He told me about the failed marriage, how he was to blame too. That now that he was with me, he could see she just wasn’t his one and only.
God, I think I would’ve married him if he’d asked and wasn’t still legally married to Kristie. I was completely in his orbit and would’ve never left it if I was given the choice.
One morning, the dream I conjured in my head, the one where we made it, where he divorced Kristie, and we made another go of it as adults, shattered with one ring of the doorbell.
