“Oh yes. And she was going to give me a few pointers because we weren’t all over each other.”
He moves around the space silently for a second. “You can turn around now.”
Good, Maddox put clothing o—Not enough clothing on. A pair of basketball shorts doesn’t count as being dressed. How am I supposed to think?
“So, what were the pointers?”
“You—Mom—Sex—”
He laughs. “You know you’re even more beautiful when you blush.”
“Now isn’t the time for you to pander to my fragile ego. This is serious.”
“Seriously funny.” He takes a step forward, bringing his partially clothed body even closer.
What’s funny? Pay attention. I am, to all that sk—Your mother. “This is serious. Mom is going to finagle the schedule tonight to ensure that she sees us kiss. Then she’s going to know this is all fake.”
He takes another step forward. “What exactly is fake?”
“Us. This. Everything.”
“Really? Because none of it feels fake to me.”
What did he say? No, I’ve gone insane and am hearing things. “Don’t you get it? She’s going to make us kiss in front of everyone.”
“So?”
“So! All you’ve got to say is so!”
He shrugs and steps closer.
I can feel the warmth radiating off of his skin. His sexy — “What were we talking about?”
“Kissing.”
His lips were made to kiss. A woman could die happy just from kissing him. I could die happy kissing him.
Kiss!
Mom! “We can’t have our first kiss in front of my mother.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
What?
He leans down. “We definitely shouldn’t have our first kiss in front of an audience.”
Kiss him. “How can we avoid that?”
“Do you have any ideas?”
His minty breath tickles my nose.
Ideas? All of my thoughts are centered on those lips.
“Maybe we’ll just have to have our first kiss in public.”
“Our first kiss? We can’t kiss.” No matter how much I want to. “This is fake.”