“Alex, we can’t. You have a girlfriend,” she said, her hands on his chest to shove him away. Alex was not the cheating type.
“She was never my girlfriend. We went on a few dates and we’re just friends. She knows all about you, and she said I never looked at her the way I look at you. Anyone can see that.”
“Alex,” she started, getting caught up in his eyes. Dammit. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Stop ignoring this, Maggie. Can I kiss you now?”
He leaned in, and heaven help her, she shifted closer, her eyes locked on his lips. Lips she remembered nibbling on in the back of his SUV before graduation.
He pulled her closer, if that was even possible. His rumbled groan washed over her and every excuse vanished as he dropped his head down and whispered please against her lips.
Her hands gripped his shirt, her fingers curling into the warm fabric, and when she pressed her lips to his, it was like coming home.