Page 93 of The Wrong Date Deal

After a moment, she laughed. “You know we still have the same problem, though?”

“And what’s that?” August asked.

“We have to get up early to help your brother move in with one of my best friends.”

August groaned. “I really don’t want to talk about them right now.”

Piper bit down on a sigh. “Same, but…”

“But.” She uttered a frustrated little noise. “I’m in bed. Are you?”

“Yes?”

“You aren’t sure?” August laughed.

“No. I am. I’m just curious where that question is going…”

“Ah.”

Piper hummed as she listened to August clear her throat. Excitement bounced around her stomach and her chest.

“I was…” August hesitated. “I was just making the point that we’re both in bed. Nice and early.”

“Not as early as it would have been if I hadn’t been on a date withyoutonight,” Piper teased.

“Oh, are you sad about that? Wishing you went out with someone else?”

“Not at all.”

“Wishing we hadn’t spent quite so long at your front door?”

The way her voice trailed off suggestively was exactly what Piper wasn’t supposed to want—and exactly what she did. Her fingers traced over her lips, remembering August’s mouth onthem. “It’s not that. Well, actually, it is—in that, I’m wishing we’d spent more time there.” She hesitated. “Or here.”

“On the phone?” August asked, even though she knewexactlywhat Piper meant.

“No,” she breathed. “Here.”

Piper traced the fingers of her free hand down her body, longing for it to be August’s hands on her again.

“Piper,” she warned, and Piper could hear all of the desperate need inside her reflected in August’s voice.

“August,” she replied, the sound halfway to a moan.

“Piper.”

“Mm.” She could feel her heartbeat pounding in every part of her, like a drum driving her on. Drivingthemon. “August?”

“Yes?” she gasped, breathless.

“What would we have been doing if you’d come inside?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“I want to know that you do, too.”

She laughed, the sound wavering with desire. “Well, your hands wouldn’t be cold, that’s for sure.”

Piper giggled. The memory of August’s hot skin burning into her cold hands was so vivid she could almost feel it again, almost smell August’s skin, and hear the way she’d gasped before pushing Piper’s hands back under her shirt. “What would they be doing?”

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