Page 115 of Echoes of Us

“Do you really want me to stop kissing you?”

“No, I would live in your mouth if I could.”

He huffed bemused. “What does that even mean?”

I laughed in response. I had no idea. I leaned down and kissed him again. Everything felt so good. I ran my hands up and down his back, and Noah pushed up closer to me. I moved, rubbing my face in his hair and breathing him in.

“Hey, Col.” Holly’s voice cut through the din of the club.

I watched Colin and Ezra approaching. A smile spread across my face as I kissed Noah and gently tried to extricate myself from his grasp, but he held on tight.

“Let me say hi.”

He seemed like he wanted to say something but then shook his head and let me go. I hugged Colin, who made a surprised “umph” sound but hugged me back.

“You came!” I said happily. Being around them was so much better than Noah’s stoner friends. Not Holly—I likedher—just not the others.

“Hey, Att. Are you drunk?” Colin asked.

I moved to hug Ezra too. He let out a hearty chuckle and hugged me back tightly.

“You said you weren’t coming. I’m just happy you did.”

As I let him go, I felt Noah’s hand in mine. I tugged him in front of me, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pressed his back against my chest. Ezra sighed and turned towards Holly, who was offering him a glass. Colin’s smile slowly faded as he looked right at me. Noah bounced in my grasp, and I moved with him, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

“Why did it take you so long?” I chewed on the gum.

Colin’s eyes flicked towards Noah and then back at me. “We were at a bar.” He took a glass from Holly and studied me again. “Noah, can I talk to you for a second?”

“No, I don’t want to move,” Noah replied petulantly.

“Noah,” Colin said, frowning.

“Later, Col. I’m happy.”

Colin shook his head at Noah.

“What?” I tried to keep my mouth shut while chewing.

Colin moved closer and reached for my chin, holding me still and looking into my eyes. Noah pushed him back, and Colin looked at him, annoyed.

“Molly? Really, Noah?”

Noah clicked his tongue. “Col, come on, get off your high horse. You’ve done it a million times, and he’s enjoying it.”

“It’s not the same,” Colin argued.

“Why not? Atty’s a big kid, and he can decide if he wants to try it or not. He wanted to try it.”

“Why are we arguing? Let’s go back downstairs and dance.” I bounced in place.

“Did you?” Colin asked.

I turned towards him. “What?”

Noah guided my arm to his waist. I pressed my palm to the flat of his abdomen.

“Did you decide you wanted to try it?” Colin asked.

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