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edge of a stone left out in the wind.
“So…you just aren’t that into me.”
I wish he’d stop searching for reasons. “Some things just aren’t going to work out.”
“I didn’t ask you to marry me, Berkeley. I didn’t even ask you out on a second date yet.”
I raise my eyebrows, and he quickly regroups. “I was going to. Shit, of course I was going to. But, if you don’t want to hang out again, I guess I have to accept that.”
I so don’t want him to accept it. But I nod my head, just as the sky above us opens, and we leap out of our chairs and sprint for the house.
By the time we reach it, we’re soaked. We run around to the driveway, where Dare’s truck is parked, and he helps me in and buckles me up while the rain pelts him.
When he finally makes it to the driver’s seat, he’s laughing. He runs his hands through his sopping wet hair, and I realize mine must look like a wet dog. Groaning, I pull out my hair tie and shake my mess of curls out around my shoulders.
“Shit! I didn’t realize it was supposed to rain tonight.” He scrubs his face with his hands, and then turns to face me. “I’m—”
He freezes when he looks at me, and my suspicions are confirmed. I’m definitely the hottest mess he’s ever seen. My hair is flopping everywhere, and I’m sure the small amount of makeup I had on my face now looks like I’m starring in The Walking Dead.
But that doesn’t matter. I just told him I couldn’t see him again. Who the hell cares what I look like?
The way he’s staring at me is causing my new pets, my butterflies, to take furious flight and my heartbeat to speed up at an alarming pace.
Then he reaches out and brushes that stupid strand of hair out of my eyes. The one my mother can’t stand.
“I love this,” he says. “I might as well tell you, seeing as how I won’t get the chance again.”
His finger follows an invisible trail along my cheek, pausing at the hollow beneath my eye. “And these. I fall into these every single time they’re focused on me. It scares the shit out of me. And nothing scares me, Berkeley.”
My breath is gone. I’ve lost it somewhere between his finger tracing a path on my face and the beautiful words he’s speaking. About me .
His finger changes trajectory, trailing down until he reaches my lips. Which are probably trembling. “Do you know how long I’ve been looking at these? All fucking night. All night tonight, and every other time I’ve been in your vicinity.”
His eyes drop to my lips then, and he uses his thumb to part them. Hot lava flows from my core into my every extremity until I feel like I must be catching fire. He’s setting me aflame. His touch, his words, those eyes on me. I can’t contain the desire that wells up inside me.
“Dare.” I breathe.
His eyes flicker back up from my lips. “Berkeley.”
“I guess if you’re going to kiss me, you’d better do it now. You might not get another chance.”
His hand curls around the nape of my neck, and I shudder. Hadn’t I pictured what it would feel like if he touched me like this? And now I know…it’s heavenly and sinful all at the same time. It’s hot and…
His lips crash against mine and Oh my God. Hot lava turns into massive, five-alarm flames, and I moan against his mouth. Shit! I didn’t mean to do that.
His tongue finds my bottom lip and traces a line across it, before finding the seam and nudging my mouth open. My lips part for him so easily I’m terrified my legs will do the same if he asks me. His other hand is tangled in my hair, and even though his hands aren’t on my body I can feel it tingling and buzzing in response to his lips alone.
When our tongues tangle together for the first time, he makes an appreciative noise in the back of his throat, which sends me spiraling into a sexy haze of want and need. Then he slows down, exploring my mouth for another second before pulling back altogether.
His face is inches from mine, his eyes staring
“So…you just aren’t that into me.”
I wish he’d stop searching for reasons. “Some things just aren’t going to work out.”
“I didn’t ask you to marry me, Berkeley. I didn’t even ask you out on a second date yet.”
I raise my eyebrows, and he quickly regroups. “I was going to. Shit, of course I was going to. But, if you don’t want to hang out again, I guess I have to accept that.”
I so don’t want him to accept it. But I nod my head, just as the sky above us opens, and we leap out of our chairs and sprint for the house.
By the time we reach it, we’re soaked. We run around to the driveway, where Dare’s truck is parked, and he helps me in and buckles me up while the rain pelts him.
When he finally makes it to the driver’s seat, he’s laughing. He runs his hands through his sopping wet hair, and I realize mine must look like a wet dog. Groaning, I pull out my hair tie and shake my mess of curls out around my shoulders.
“Shit! I didn’t realize it was supposed to rain tonight.” He scrubs his face with his hands, and then turns to face me. “I’m—”
He freezes when he looks at me, and my suspicions are confirmed. I’m definitely the hottest mess he’s ever seen. My hair is flopping everywhere, and I’m sure the small amount of makeup I had on my face now looks like I’m starring in The Walking Dead.
But that doesn’t matter. I just told him I couldn’t see him again. Who the hell cares what I look like?
The way he’s staring at me is causing my new pets, my butterflies, to take furious flight and my heartbeat to speed up at an alarming pace.
Then he reaches out and brushes that stupid strand of hair out of my eyes. The one my mother can’t stand.
“I love this,” he says. “I might as well tell you, seeing as how I won’t get the chance again.”
His finger follows an invisible trail along my cheek, pausing at the hollow beneath my eye. “And these. I fall into these every single time they’re focused on me. It scares the shit out of me. And nothing scares me, Berkeley.”
My breath is gone. I’ve lost it somewhere between his finger tracing a path on my face and the beautiful words he’s speaking. About me .
His finger changes trajectory, trailing down until he reaches my lips. Which are probably trembling. “Do you know how long I’ve been looking at these? All fucking night. All night tonight, and every other time I’ve been in your vicinity.”
His eyes drop to my lips then, and he uses his thumb to part them. Hot lava flows from my core into my every extremity until I feel like I must be catching fire. He’s setting me aflame. His touch, his words, those eyes on me. I can’t contain the desire that wells up inside me.
“Dare.” I breathe.
His eyes flicker back up from my lips. “Berkeley.”
“I guess if you’re going to kiss me, you’d better do it now. You might not get another chance.”
His hand curls around the nape of my neck, and I shudder. Hadn’t I pictured what it would feel like if he touched me like this? And now I know…it’s heavenly and sinful all at the same time. It’s hot and…
His lips crash against mine and Oh my God. Hot lava turns into massive, five-alarm flames, and I moan against his mouth. Shit! I didn’t mean to do that.
His tongue finds my bottom lip and traces a line across it, before finding the seam and nudging my mouth open. My lips part for him so easily I’m terrified my legs will do the same if he asks me. His other hand is tangled in my hair, and even though his hands aren’t on my body I can feel it tingling and buzzing in response to his lips alone.
When our tongues tangle together for the first time, he makes an appreciative noise in the back of his throat, which sends me spiraling into a sexy haze of want and need. Then he slows down, exploring my mouth for another second before pulling back altogether.
His face is inches from mine, his eyes staring
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