Page 38 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

What if I’m a bad kisser now?

Or is kissing like riding a bike?

The groan rising in TJ’s throat when I return his kiss with twice as much ardor shoves my doubts to the back of my mind. His hand moves to the base of my neck, and he squeezes like he’s intent on robbing me of the oxygen in my lungs.

I expected TJ to be a decent kisser—he’s obviously had plenty of opportunities to practice—but I didn’t think he’d be the knock-me-on-my-ass kind of kisser.

Few people are.

Keeping one of his hands on my throat, he rests the other one on my lower back, just inches above my ass, and presses on my tailbone to crush our bodies together.

That’s when I feel it.

How hard he is.

The intensity of his kiss leaves me yearning for more. A whimper escapes me when he bites down on my bottom lip, andI feel his mouth tip into a cocky smile. I respond by lacing my fingers through his hair and tugging just enough to hurt him. He seems to take the hint because he stops smiling, a low, irritated growl leaving him.

Much better.

We only stop when I start to feel light-headed, and I’m grateful for his hand pressing on my back. I don’t even know if I could’ve steadied myself.

We’re both chasing our breaths by the time our gazes fuse together.

Thatjusthappened.

“You really think that’s going to work?” I say, panting in his arms.

TJ’s gaze sweeps across the room quickly. “It already has.”

I scan the area to find every guy in the vicinity looking at us. Even Aaron. He’s leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed over his chest, boring holes through TJ’s head.

“Jacobs, help us get the keg inside, will you?” Finn’s voice cuts through the air, and we turn to see Dia’s fiancé standing in the doorway. “You can feel up your girlfriend later.”

His girlfriend.

If everyone didn’t think we were a thing before, they definitely do now.

That’s TJ’s cue to separate from me.

He flashes a small smile, and then he leans in, brushing his lips against my cheek before he says, “Pleasure doing business with you, Mattson.”

I watch him walk away, my head spinning with all the different ways this could come back to bite us in the ass.

Lacey

Lacey

I won’t be able to make our lesson this week.

Iskim over the message on my screen before pressing Send. TJ texted me to ask when we could meet up for our lesson three days ago, and I’m just getting back to him now.

In my defense, I was busy fighting for my next breath.Literally. I’ve had a nasty sinus infection all week.

My siblings picked up some virus at school and passed it on to me. The two of them recovered in less than three days. Meanwhile, I’m going on day five and still struggling.

Normally, I wouldn’t let a cold stop me, but I couldn’t go a whole minute without coughing my lungs out and blowing my nose, let alone sit through class and serve coffee.

I don’t know how much longer I can afford to miss work. All those days off are going to put quite a dent in this month’s paycheck, and I need that money more than ever now that my car broke down.

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