Page 63 of Unwritten Rules

“Just let me kiss you, damn it.” He grasped the back of my neck to pull me into him. The low, breathy voice sent tingles down my spine andotherregions.

So, I obliged and shoved my mouth into his. If it was happening, it would be my move.

And it was nothing like kissing Garrett. His lips felt like a lightning strike–exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. Unless I was a dumb virgin–which I was–I would say that it felt urgent and needy. It set my body on fire.

He was a lightning strike.

Like that first night when we stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the city and gazing at the stars.

Like when he pulled me onto his bike out of nowhere.

Like when he threw me over his shoulder to take me somewhere he somehow knew I’d want to go.

I felt like I was waking up.

Shoving my hand to his chest, I separated us. We were out of breath from the urgency of the kiss and hands roaming everywhere. Jesus Christ in Heaven, what the hell was I thinking?

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and pushed my way out of the closet. “Happy?”

A hand clasped over my wrist. “Wait.”

“What?”

His phone pinged and we both looked down.

“Looks like food is here.”

?Chapter 18

Fallon

Two whole pizzas weregone almost instantly between an athletic baseball player and a stoned skater chick. How those two ate almost an entire pizzaeachwas a mystery to me–they even ate breadsticks and garlic knots. My meager three pieces couldn’t compare.

Brent broke the silence first. “Where’s my bed?”

“Fallon’s room. You two seemed cozy in there anyway.” She’d been eying me suspiciously since I ran out with beet red cheeks when the food was delivered wearing a different hoodie–Brent casually walking out behind me.

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