Page 20 of Claiming What Is Mine

I breathe him in, his scent rushes through my body and awakens a part of me I closed off long ago. Gabe cups my face and I part my lips. Our tongues dance, the rhythm at once familiar and electrifying.

I shift and almost lose my balance, breaking the kiss. “I’m still a klutz. I guess some things never change.” I bury my head in his shoulder to hide my embarrassment. We stay like that for several minutes, Gabe’s arms wrapped around me while we stare out at the darkening sky.

Gabe sighs. “I’ve waited so long for this, but I better let you get home. Should I follow? Or just ride shotgun?”

I blink in surprise. “Wait, what? Why would you follow me home?”

“So we can share the good news.” Gabe steps back. “You know, with your folks.”

“Why don’t you leave the sharing of the news with my family to me—okay, big guy?”

“No problem. You tell your parents—that’s only right.” He leans forward and kisses me passionately. We say our goodbyes and just as I close my car door, Gabe calls out, “Yep. You tell your parents. And I’ll tell everyone else.”

Pleased with himself, he smiles and waves through the window before walking to his truck.

Heaven help me. What have I done?

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