Page 28 of Only If You Dare

I peered at her sideways. “Don’t tell me you’re stalking people for interviews, too.”

She shrugged. “It’s what has to be done to get the goods sometimes.”

“So, you’re stalking people, too?”

I released her and took a step back. “Maybe I chose the wrong person to do this piece after all. I mean, stalking is a form of crazy that I don’t—”

“I would never stalk you!” She cried, mortified.

I couldn’t contain my laughter for a second. I fell against the door with one arm thrown across my abs with my head held back in a howl. When Desiree realized I was kidding, she swatted me. Her petite hands landed what was supposed to be an assault on my chest.

“That is so not funny!”

I continued to laugh.

“You should’ve seen your face,” I said. “Girl, you looked like a deer caught in headlights.” My laughter grew, and she beat me some more, unable to keep her seriousness intact as laughter fled from her also.

I reached out and grabbed her swinging arms and tossed them around my neck sliding my arms around her waist. Still laughing, I bent down to accommodate her height and snuggled my face into her neck and shoulder. The move came naturally, and I didn’t refrain my lips from pressing against her face. With my mouth, I moved to her temples, forehead, then nose; hovering over her lips. Desiree didn’t put up a fight, so I moved in, needing to taste her mouth again. When the knock on the door came, she jumped and pulled back, but I held her in place not allowing her to escape. I pulled my lips between my teeth my eyes going from her mouth and back up again.

“That’s probably Santana,” she said.

The sultriness in her voice didn’t help her current situation, it only further riled me up. There was another knock and reluctantly, I pulled away. Desiree ran to the door like the devil was on her heels. But he was the least of her worries.

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