Page 55 of Fake Engaged to the Enemy

“George…”

I realize that I’ve lingered too long, touching her. I pull back, letting my hand drop to my side. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you like that.”

“If it was a problem, I wouldn’t have let you,” Catherine murmurs.

“I still crossed a line.”

Catherine reaches up to press her fingers to where my hand had been. “Did you? Really?”

The air becomes electric.

Gazing into her brown eyes, I want nothing more than to close the distance between us.

Chills sweep over my arms. That pull of electricity that begs for sparks. If I touch her again, it will be electric. I know this more than I know my own name.

“Catherine…”

“George?”

I swallow hard. “Right now, I really want to kiss you.”

“I want you to kiss me, too,” she whispers.

Moving slowly, I lift my hand to press my palm back against her cheek. She leans into my touch, her breath wafting across my wrist.

Her lips look just so enticing. I slant my mouth across them, kissing her gently. Catherine closes her eyes, her hands lightly grasping my biceps. Fireworks simmer beneath the point of our connection.

There’s nobody around to prompt us into this.

No role to play.

Just her and me, the only people for miles around.

The kiss is sweet and passionate all at once.

I comb my fingers through her hair, enjoying the silky feeling.

Catherine sighs and breaks the kiss.

Regret fills her eyes. I let my hand fall to my side again. Why does she regret the kiss?

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” she whispers.

“Why?”

Her eyes widen slightly. “B-because I shouldn’t have… I’m going to be going back to the city. Kissing just makes things complicated. It was a mistake for me to do that.”

If I don’t say something now, I have a feeling I’ll never have a true chance again.

I screw up my courage. “What if it wasn’t?”

“What if… but it was.”

“What if you don’t leave?” I blurt it out, not letting myself think of the complications this could begin. “What if you stay in Sandburrow? Or we can have a long-distance relationship?”

Catherine bites her lip, her brown eyes wide.

They’re such a lovely shade. I want those eyes to be the first thing I wake up to for the rest of my life.

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