Page 39 of One More Weekend

Breaking our eye contact, Jenna looked over the city. As the sun lowered, more and more lights flicked on in office buildingsand apartments. All across the city, people were preparing for another night on earth.

And here I was, in Jenna’s arms on top of it all.

Unable to look back at me, Jenna swallowed hard. “Sy, about the other night.”

My entire body froze, unsure what to say. In all honesty, I had no idea what she would say. A part of me knew deep in my bones that she’d apologize and say it was for the best that we didn’t cross that line. She’d remind me that she was about to leave forever.

I knew what I wanted to say. I wanted to tell her the promise was stupid and I never should have made it; that I’d never wanted to make her uncomfortable but that she might be the only person on this planet who I felt like I could fall asleep next to ever again.

She turned to face me. “I don’t think it was a mistake.”

“What?” My forehead wrinkled as I looked into her eyes, and then to her lips, just inches from mine.

She let her hand move from my belt loop to my waist, resting her palm flat against the knit of my shirt, sending warmth straight to my skin even in the wind.

Releasing a deep breath, Jenna nodded. “I’ve wanted to kiss you from the first moment I saw you.”

My heart stopped beating when the words hit my ears. I’d been waiting to hear that since the second I said we should just be friends.

Looking into Jenna’s eyes, every fear I had about jumping in disappeared. Like she wasn’t about to leave, like I didn’t have to worry about preserving our friendship.

So I took the leap. I lifted my hands to her neck, letting my palm rest on the space just below her jaw, my thumbs cradling her chin. Moving forward, I pressed my lips into hers. Her body tensed as our mouths met.

Until she caught up, letting her grip on my waist tighten as she leaned into the kiss. Our lips melded together, no longer certain whose lips were whose. Instead, we just stood like that, letting our tongues tease each other.

After a moment of complete bliss, I pulled away. My eyes opened, meeting hers and an almost black sky.

Somehow, it was more than I ever could have wanted. My entire body felt like it was on fire as I looked into her eyes.

Jenna dropped her hand to mine. “Can we go home?”

My throat tightened. If we went home, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop the pulsing excitement from taking over, from leaping in even further.

Maybe that isn’t the worst thing?

I nodded, taking us downstairs after thanking the usher.

Once we were back on the street, I stopped in my tracks before hailing a cab. I still wanted to make sure this was real, that we weren’t just being rash. A car ride would be too fast, so easy to keep our hands on each other.

I knew I wanted her. But I needed to make sure we bothreallymeant it.

So I turned to Jenna. “How do you feel about a walk?”

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JENNA

I couldn’t stopmy forehead from wrinkling. “A walk? Now?”

“Yeah.” Sy swallowed hard, gripping my hand and intertwining our fingers as she looked into my eyes. “The air might be nice.”

It was one of the strangest hookup tactics I’d ever seen. Unsure what exactly Sy was getting at, I nodded. All I could do was trust her.

So I followed her lead as she headed downtown. My velvet pumps weren’t the most ideal for a long walk but I’d spent years working in an office and wearing heels had become a personal passion of mine.

Besides, I had no idea how many blocks Sy planned to walk. But as we moved shoulder-to-shoulder, I still felt the electricity between us.

The kiss… god, the kiss. It was somehow better than I could’ve imagined, Sy’s lips somehow softer than I’d thought possible. Even now, I could still feel her hands on my face, the assured grip on my neck.

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