Page 72 of Adorkable

Becks couldn’t say anything. I was being very cautious around his lips.

Dipping the shaver in the bowl, I shook off the excess foam then went back to work—and rambling.

“Are you going to break up with me? Or am I breaking up with you? Are we supposed to fight or not? We never really talked about it, Becks.”

“Sal,” he murmured.

Noticing a small area I’d missed, I titled his head and placed the blade gently against his jaw.

“Sal, I don’t think we should break up.”

I was so surprised my hand slipped, and he winced.

“Oh God,” I said, grabbing the towel, dabbing at his cut. It was small, but those always hurt the most. “I’m so sorry, Becks. Are you alright?”

“It’s fine.” He covered my hand with his. “I cut myself shaving all the time.”

“Sorry.” Pulling my hand away, I let him wipe off the left-over cream. I couldn’t have heard right. “What did you just say? Becks, you were the one who said this would be the perfect place.”

“I know.” He laid the cloth aside.

“We have to ease people into it. Those were your words.”

“I remember.”

“Well? What changed?”

Becks locked eyes with me. “Do you really love my hair?”

The question threw me. “It’s not horrible.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” Becks shook his head, gliding a hand across my cheek. “I don’t think we should break up.”

“You don’t?”

“No.”

My voice was paper thin. “Why?”

“Well, the fake boyfriend thing has worked out pretty good so far. Don’t you think?”

I couldn’t speak as he leaned even closer.

“And there are some advantages.”

Before I could ask what those were, his lips were on mine. Becks’s fingers threaded into my hair, the other hand at my waist, his mouth warm, caressing. I could feel the kiss down to my bones. It rippled through me, his passion, and my love for him rose up to meet it. Like waves crashing, we tangled together, mixing, melting into each other. It was the first time Becks had ever kissed me,reallykissed me, and for a few seconds afterward, I couldn’t speak. He’d stolen my breath.

“Becks,” I gasped, eyes closed, his forehead pressed against mine. I was so happy; my voice shook.

“Hmm?”

“I can’t believe you just did that.”

He laughed roughly. “Me either.”

As I opened my eyes, his were still shut, a small smile on his lips as he played with the ends of my hair. I turned my head and caught flash of bright green by the door. Mercedes.

“Oh.” I pulled away, heart sinking. “I get it now.”

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