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“Why?”
Charlotte sputters. “Because. We can’t! We’re like a whole four days old.”
“We’ve been together for months if you want to get technical.”
She tries to take a step back, but I don’t let her go. “Okay, sure, but I’m not...I can’t answer this now.”
“Is it a no?” I ask.
“No.”
“No to which part?”
“No, it’s not a no. It’s a...you’re a crazy person and we need to take a second here. I love you. I want to be with you. I need to think before we get engaged on the street outside of the diner.”
“You want more romance, got it.”
Her shoulders shake with laughter before she turns to face me, her arms moving to my shoulders. “I’m never going to be bored with you, am I?”
“Nope.”
“You know, I have to admit something,” Charlotte says, her hands brushing the hair at the back of my neck.
“What’s that?”
“I lied.”
Now this is interesting. “About what?”
“Not wanting to kiss you.” Charlotte moves closer, giving me a sweet kiss. “I hate that I always want to kiss you.”
That’s one thing I do not hate. “I like that you can’t resist me.”
“Yeah, it works in your favor since you like kissing me too.”
“I do. Now, how about we go inside and give the town something to talk about? Unless you want to add on our engagement.”
This time when she presses her lips to mine, it’s not soft or sweet—it’s hot and heavy. She slides her tongue against mine, moaning into my mouth.
Very quickly, the kiss gets away from me, and I’m clutching her hips, pulling them against my aching cock. I’m hard, and I no longer want to go in the fucking diner. I want to take her in my truck, let her ride me, fog up every window, and make her scream.
Right when I pull back to say we should do exactly that, she pats my chest. “I’m ready to go now. Come on, lover boy.”
I stand here, my jaw slack, as Charlotte walks into the diner without turning back.
thirty-three
CHARLOTTE
“And what does your sister think, darling?” Mrs. Cooke asks as she and her posse of old biddies sit in rapt attention.
“Aurora . . . well, you can imagine.”
My sister hasn’t spoken to me in two weeks. I called her after Rowan proposed a way to save the farm, and rather than being happy that I found a way to save our mother’s farm, she ranted about how stupid I was to trust him.
Needless to say, Aurora and I won’t be speaking until she grows up and stops this bullshit. She admitted that Rowan never cheated on her, and yet, she’s still being a bitch.
“Always a hothead, that girl,” Mrs. Symonds says with a nod. “I used to tell your gran that she needed to get that girl’s expectations under control, but you can’t stop the rain from falling once it starts.”
