Page 53 of Say I'm Yours
Cooper’s hands glide up my back and tangle in my hair.
I wait for the fluttering in my stomach to start.
I try to find the passion where I’d want to leap into his arms. I search for a smidge of feelings I feel when I’m in Trent’s, but there isn’t one.
Well, okay . . . this isn’t what I was expecting, but I keep holding on and waiting for something to happen. Instead of passion, it feels like friendship. The only thing I feel right now is that . . . I’m cheating on Trent.
I break the kiss and look at him.
Cooper releases me, and I hold on to his shoulders. “Was that?” he asks.
“Weird?”
“Maybe we were caught off guard? We should try again,” Cooper suggests. He pulls me back to his chest, and I focus on how it feels against his body. He slowly brings his lips to mine.
I close my eyes and hold on to his strong arms as he kisses me. My mind starts to wander a little, it feels nice, but this isn’t a first kiss that anyone talks about. I make a mental note to add milk to my grocery list.
Groceries? That’s what I’m thinking about? This is so not going well.
It’s nothing he’s doing wrong, it’s . . . it’s . . . bland.
Cooper tilts back and looks at me. “So?” I ask, and he laughs.
“I’m not really sure.”
“It wasn’t bad,” I say quickly.
Cooper gives me a disbelieving look. “It was . . . nice.”
“But . . .” I say.
Out of all the vivid, what-if situations that played in my head, this definitely wasn’t one. I thought maybe the stars and fireworks would explode and we’d be naked, or Cooper would make me forget my name, Trent’s name, or a hundred other amazing experiences. Never did I conjure the idea that the kiss would be awkward or feel as if I were lip locked with a friend in spin the bottle.
Cooper groans and I sit back against the couch. “Unreal. I’ve waited a long time to kiss you like that. I didn’t think it would suck so bad.”
I slap his chest and giggle. “Hey! I’ve been known to be a great kisser.”
“Well, I’ve never had any complaints, either.”
“Yeah, Betsy loved tellin’ all the girls how you stuck your tongue down her throat in seven minutes in heaven.”
“She was a prude.” I lean into his side and let out a little sigh. “How are we so bad at this together? It’s like there’s been something keepin’ us apart from the beginning.”
I drop my head to his shoulder and let out a slow breath. “We shouldn’t’ve had to work so hard at this.” I sit up and tuck my leg under me. “And there has been somethin’ between us, Coop. And even if he’s not here right now—he’s here,” I say as I touch my heart.
“You told me all of that, but I thought I could win you over somehow.”
“I really wish you could’ve.”
I close my eyes and lay my head on his shoulder a split second before a loud screaming noise echoes through the house. The fire alarm blares loudly, and a second later, the house alarm joins it.
Both of us jump, covering our ears against the deafening sound. I look around and see the smoke billowing out from under the kitchen door.
“Shit!” I scream. “The pie!”
It’s been hours, and I completely forgot about the damn pie. Now, my house is on fire.
Chapter 12
