Page 34 of Counterfeit Boyfriend
As he pulled up in front of the lackluster convenience store with its signature orange, green, and red, I quickly unbuckled, my thoughts already on caffeinated beverages, king-sized candy bars, and possibly a donut if they didn’t look too old—everyone knew that calories didn’t count on road trips.
“Hey, Gwen?” His voice came out nice and deep, and the way he said my name sent a pleasant shiver across my skin.
I glanced at Evan. “Yeah?”
“Please don’t stop talking because I’m an idiot. I love listening to you talk. You could read a takeout menu for all I care, and I’d be hanging on every word.”
“Well, sure. I’m like that when it comes to talking about food, too.”
He laughed, then took my hand in his and held it to his chest. “In all seriousness, though. If we were in a church or at a funeral, I’d understand why you couldn’t talk, but I’d also be counting down the minutes until I could hear your voice again. This has already been my favorite road trip ever—was from the minute you climbed into the car. And I just… I want you to know that.”
I leaned toward him, testing where we were at, since we hadn’t kissed all morning.
He closed the few inches of space between us, and I fell into the kiss, my entire body relaxing. The pads of my fingertips brushed his jaw, the scrape of his whiskers comforting and revving at the same time. “Stick around, because when it comes to this road trip, the fun’s just getting started.”
