Page 28 of Falling for the Pucking Bad Boy

CHLOE: I can’t wait. Have fun!

RORY: Pray for me.

CHLOE: I will! And woo the shit out of him—

“You ready to go, Snowflake?”

Almost dropping my phone, I glance up to find Wells with a big bag of food and a drink holder filled with some of my favorite beverages. “God, were we expecting your team to come with us, too?”

He smiles. “Hell no. I see enough of them already.”

I slide out of my place, and Wells gestures for me to take the lead.

Once outside, he guides us to a blacked-out SUV, the tinted windows offering a sense of privacy and security that I am thankful for.

Wells disposes the food in the backseat and hands me over the drinks. “Can you hold these for me?”

“Sure.”

He opens my car door, and before I can climb in, Wells’s hand finds my hip and gently pushes me back into the car.

He smells like mint and fresh linens. The power of it makes me slightly weak at the knees as I crane my head up to look at him.

“I’ve been waiting over a week to kiss you,” he mutters, moving the drinks on the SUV’s roof. “Are you happy to see me?”

“Yes and no,” I reply honestly because we both know what’s at stake here. If we make one wrong move, we’re about to have so much press up our asses we’ll never live it down.

“I’m not going to let us get caught,” he promises. “I just want you to enjoy your time here with me. Can you do that?” I bob my head, and he doesn’t pry his eyes off me. “I won’t do it here then. But I’m kissing the hell out of you when we get there.”

Okay, now I’m more nervous.

And excited.

And where the hell is the rebellious me?

Oh, that’s right.

She might jack up her father’s whole life.

“Do you always foreshadow your next move?”

He slowly rocks his head back and forth. “I just want to make sure that there’s nothing lost in translation between us. I’m happy you’re here.”

Rising on my tiptoes, I place a small kiss on Wells’s lips, and he immediately chases after me.

His mouth is full and needy. His tongue appears, but Wells makes it short-lived as if remembering where we are and that we’re still not out of the woods.

“Stop tempting me,” he lightly chides. “I’m only a man, after all, Snowflake.”

“That’s for being so sweet,” I reply. “Thank you for doing this.”

“I’d do anything to get you to feel comfortable and come see me. I’m already planning on doing it again.”

Oh God.

This boy is going to get me into so much trouble.

“I think we should move.”

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