“I feel like I want to kiss you, Charlie.”
“So, kiss me then.”
I leaned down, tangling my hands in his hair before my lips found his.
It wasn’t frantic this time.
My lips parted and his tongue slipped inside. His hands moved to my ass and pulled me onto his lap, where he sat on the barstool.
Our tongues tangled, exploring one another’s mouths as I groaned.
His hardness grew between my legs, and I moaned into his mouth.
I pulled back and looked at him. His heated gaze studying me.
“Okay, we should probably stop, huh? Harper’s going to be up soon,” I whispered.
“Yeah. Let’s sit with this for now.” He nipped at my bottom lip before helping me to my feet.
I glanced down to see the obvious tent in his gray joggers, and I chuckled. “I sure seem to leave you frustrated often.”
“I think torturing me is your superpower.” He winked, and my stomach fluttered.
What the hell is that about?
I didn’t do stomach flutters or get all flustered over a good-looking man.
But Charlie Huxley was doing something to me.
“We’ve all got our strengths.” I chuckled. “I better go get dressed so I can come back and decorate for the party in a little bit. Thanks for the doughnut and the coffee.” I chewed on my bottom lip. “And the hot make-out session.”
“Not a bad way to start the day, Firefly. Thanks for making Harper’s birthday so special. She’s going to love it.”
“I’ll see you in a little while.” I made my way out the back door and through the yard. Once I was inside, I leaned my back against the door and slid down to the floor.
What is happening?
I dialed Montana’s number, and she picked up on the first ring.
“Hey, it’s Saturday. Why are you up so early?” she asked. My bestie was an early riser, where I preferred to sleep in.
“I went to do the fairy surprise for Harper,” I said.
“Oh yes. I forgot you were doing the balloons in her room this morning. So why do you sound so defeated? Did you wake her up when you were setting things up?”
“No. But I kissed Charlie again.”
She chuckled. “Vi, it’s okay to say you like Charlie.”
“I don’t like Charlie. I just like kissing him.”
“If you just liked kissing him, you wouldn’t have run out of his house yesterday because you found that stupid elf in the balloon. You panicked. You’re nervous because you actually like him. This is not a ‘bang it out of your system’ type of thing. You. Like. Charlie,” she said, pausing on each of the last three words, which infuriated me.
“You aren’t helping,” I groaned. “Plus, I can’t like Charlie. He doesn’t like me.”
“Charlie likes you,” she said, giggling. “He came down to your office yesterday and tossed that weird elf in your face because you hurt his feelings. Because he likes you. Why is that so hard for you to believe?”
“He’s not my type. And he’s not looking for anything either. He doesn’t do relationships. So liking him is a bad idea. Banging him was one thing, but I can’t like him. It’ll be a disaster.”
