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Liam’s arms tighten around my waist and he lifts me off the floor as I curl my arms around his neck. Before I know what’s happening his mouth crashes against mine. It’s a bit frantic at first. We really got way too worked up over that dumb game. Or maybe it was all heading toward this and that’s what fueled us.

I let my lips part and his tongue brushes against mine. My heart hammers and my mind reels.

Liam Chase is kissing me.

He slides me down his body until my feet touch the floor again. It’s strangely quiet now. The rain has stopped. We both turn to the window, then back to each other.

“That was amazing,” he says.

“We beat him,” I agree. “Totally crushed him.”

His smile makes me glad he’s still holding onto me because my knees go weak. “That too,” he says. His hands slide away from my waist, leaving a tingly warmth behind. “I guess you have places to go?”

“I should probably get home.”

We walk slowly back to his place and he drives me to my house without much more conversation. It’s comfortable, though. Cozy. I should be dying to get out of my damp clothes, but I’d sit in this truck with him forever, just like we are now.

He pulls into my long, curving driveway and I stop him before he gets all the way to the door. I don’t need my father running out to make sure I’m okay. Or rather, that I’m acting the way I should.

Because I haven’t been acting the way I should for the past few hours and I’ve never been happier.

“I want to see you again,” Liam says before I open the door.

This should be something I put a firm lid on, cram my crush back into its secret corners like I did once before. I should say no, that’s not possible.

“I want to see you again, too,” I say instead.

Chapter 4

Liam

I regretfully put the finishing touches on Kayla’s car, as if after it’s finished our connection will be severed. It’s been three days and I haven’t seen her around and the one text I sent her after our evening obliterating the high scores on the pinball machine at Ronnie’s has gone unanswered.

But I know I didn’t imagine that there was something more to that kiss than just the thrill of victory. I still have trouble concentrating when I think about her hot little body pressed against me. The eager way her mouth opened to take my tongue. Every small movement and sound is etched into my memory, leading to some sleepless nights.

I shove away from the car, forcing my thoughts away from Kayla. Trying to focus on making sure every last ding is out of the front end instead of the way my cock is pressing against my work pants isn’t an easy feat.

She was cute back in the day, but I couldn’t waste my time on a freshman, and then when Pop got sick, I didn’t have any time for anything but making sure he got the best care we could afford and keeping the garage afloat.

Now she’s all grown up, and I need to know everything about her. Whenever I asked her a question about herself the other night, she’d somehow deflect back to me. Why doesn’t she want to brag about her perfect life? Does she feel sorry for me?

Shaking my head, I remember that kiss and the way she clung to me. The look in her eyes was anything but pity. I send her a message that her car is ready to pick up and sit on the floor waiting for my girl to message back this time.

Oh, awesome! I’ll walk over there soon.

“What’s this dummy talking about?” I say aloud, scowling at my phone. Her house is on the fancy side of town, three miles away.

I’ll come get you.

There’s a brief pause before I get another message. It’s okay, my dad can drive me.

I already want to clean up before I see Kayla again, but that makes me change out of my work clothes. Am I trying to impress her dad?

When they arrive, Gavin Woods strides toward the shop. He’s got his nose in his phone the second the car door slams behind him, leaving Kayla scrambling to keep up. He nearly lets the door close in her face, but she catches it with her palm just as I’m jumping forward. She looks adorable in a pink skirt that brushes her knees and a crisp white blouse that clings to her enticing tits. A bit too dressy for vacation, though, but that’s Kayla I guess.

I greet her with a bright smile, not bothering to say anything to Gavin until he gets off his phone. I was trying to impress this guy? He’s not impressing me one bit, especially when I see how strained Kayla looks, like she’s trying to signal something to me with her eyes.

“How much do I owe you?” Gavin snaps, lowering his phone.

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