Page 67 of Over the Edge

“I made him change first,” Quinn adds. “There was no way that I could eat with the smell clinging to his clothes.”

“Okay, so I changed, bought her dinner and never wanted the night to end. That was a pretty good birthday in the end,” Oliver says as he looks at Quinn and reaches for her hand.

We don’t stay much longer. Even though we’re not as on edge, it doesn’t seem necessary to draw out the evening any longer when we seem one topic change away from souring the light mood.

“We should do this again,” Oliver says as we walk onto the mostly empty sidewalk outside the bar.

“When are you guys free?” I ask, feeling more optimistic about the idea than I did when I blurted out an invitation yesterday.

Quinn throws me a look. “Pretty much whenever. Vacation and all.”

“So, tomorrow?” I ask.

“We can go to Bethel. They have a ton of stuff dedicated to Woodstock, and we might be able to catch a concert,” Garrett suggests.

“Sounds good,” Oliver gets out through a yawn.

“Goodnight.” Quinn grabs Oliver’s hand and steers them toward the inn.

I watch for a second before I catch myself and move to walk toward where Garrett is parked. Garrett’s hand lands against the small of my back, stopping me.

“Is everything okay?” I blink up at him. I thought tonight ended alright. But is this too much for him? Quinn has made it clear she’s not exactly his biggest fan.

“I think I should kiss you.”

I sputter. “What?”

“If you were here with anyone else, would you kiss them?” he asks. “It would be normal for you to kiss me right now if we were actually together, right? And they’ll see us, but it won’t be like we’re throwing it in their faces.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Let me.” I pick up on something dangerously close to desire in his voice. His eyes are hooded, and I want to pretend I don’tsee it because Iwanthim to be looking at me like this. I want him to mean it and be able to keep meaning it after this.

“Okay.” I give in because I have an excuse to, and I really want another taste of his touch.

I expect him to just do the damn thing but he pauses to say, “Tell me how it would go.”

“You’d go in for a peck,” I start, testing the waters.

He leans in and brushes his lips against mine. It’s a feather-light whisper of affection. “Like that?” He speaks against my mouth.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“What would I do next, now that I’ve had a taste?”

“You’d come back for more.” Every cell in my body screamsplease, come back, please!

“How much more?” His voice runs jagged.

All of me.If he asked, right now, I’d give him everything. “As much as you can get.”

“Fuck.” I know he says it, but I don’t register it fully because his lips press into mine, coaxing my mouth open. He steals a breath from me as he nips at my bottom lip.

My hands thread through his hair and my body leans into him. He pulls me even closer as hands skate up my sides. Fingers catch on the hem of my shirt, pushing up the fabric so his calluses drag against my waist.

His tongue slips against the seam of my lips, a question.More?

My mouth opens in answer.Yes, more.

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