Page 14 of How We Loved

His lips linger for a second before he leans back to make sure what he just did was okay. When our eyes meet, he gets my silent answer and leans in for another kiss, making it longer this time.

Chills shoot down my body as I feel his soft lips press against mine before we both open slightly and his tongue sweeps against mine. It’s been so long since a boy kissed me, and I can’t help but melt at his touch, allowing him to deepen our moment.

The first boy I kissed was Scott during my freshman year. It was sloppy and did nothing for me. I ended it shortly after that, knowing if I felt nothing when he kissed me, I must not have liked him that much.

The only kiss where I actually felt something was with Matt. When he kissed me the first time, I felt chills down my arms. I thought maybe that meant something, but I must have just been excited he was kissing me because the second and third time we kissed, the sparks were completely gone. I gave it a few more weeks, then ended it after that.

This kiss though feels different. I love the way his hands are holding me in place, like he’s taking what he wants from me. It’s sexy, and it has me wanting more.

It’s only when we hear kids yelling, “Mommy, they’re kissing!” that we break apart.

Embarrassment creeps up my cheeks as I grin at the mom who’s trying to guide her children along the path. “Sorry.” I wave, glad we’re not in Leighton River so no one knows who I am.

She glares at us in disapproval for kissing in such a family environment, then moves on, which makes me laugh.

“You’re getting us in trouble.” I slap Trevor’s chest with the back of my hand.

“Getting in trouble with you is the most fun I’ve had in a while.” He grabs me and brings me closer into him. “Let’s see just how much trouble we can get in.”

I push him away, laughing as he takes my hand.

“Fine, let’s finish the maze instead,” he whines playfully.

I can’t help my giggles as I let him lead the way. “Good idea.”

It takes us an hour to make it through the maze, only getting out because we cut through rows that were obviously trampled down by other people.

Once we’re out, he grabs me and pulls me toward him. “Let’s go hop in the bath together.”

It takes me a second for my brain to wrap around what he just said. “Excuse me?” I laugh nervously, unsure of what else to say.

He leans in with a cute grin. “I like where your brain was going, but I meant the corn bath.”

He points to where hay bales are set up in a big square, lining an area to keep corn kernels inside. Right next to it is a big sign that reads Corn Bath.

Winking at me, he leads us to the area that’s surrounded by families and little kids. He talks to a few of the parents, asking politely if we can get by to enter the area ourselves.

Once he clears a path, he removes his shoes, then holds his hand out to me so I can lean on him while I remove my own.

Holding my hand, he guides us up the hay bale, then looks at me. “Ready?” he asks with the most childish grin of excitement covering his face.

“Ready!”

We both take a big jump and leap into the corn bath, holding hands. We don’t sink as much as the kids do, due to our size, but we do fall into each other, and when he wraps his arms around me to give me a quick kiss on the top of my head, I melt at his touch.

Staring into his eyes, I get lost until he takes a handful of corn kernels and pours them over my head.

“Oh, that’s how this is going to go?” I tease as I pick up two handfuls and pull his shirt out to dump them down his shirt.

We both laugh and fall back on the corn bath, where he begins making corn snow angels and I pick up pieces just to let them fall between my fingers.

A few little kids jump in around us, and I laugh out loud when one of them starts climbing on Trevor like he knows who he is. His expression of both fear and shock makes me giggle so loud that I fall over on the corn again.

“I’m so sorry,” a lady says to Trevor as she picks up the child.

“It’s, um … it’s okay,” he says to her, then turns to me and motions for us to get out of the corn bath.

With a chuckle, I agree, and we climb out, put on our shoes, and decide to head to another part of the pumpkin patch.

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