Page 72 of Drop Shot
My eyes drop to her lips—a soft pink, shiny with gloss.
“Right.”
She places a hand on my chest and it slowly climbs as she stands on her tiptoes until that hand is wrapped around the back of my neck.
“Whim?” I hesitate.
“Quiet,” she whispers, breath ghosting over my lips. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
I don’t know why, but I expect her to go for my cheek or the corner of my mouth, but she does neither of those things. Her lips press softly against mine. I’m not in control of my hands as they settle on her waist, squeezing her against me. She moans into my mouth at the pressure and I finally return her kiss.
Holy shit, I’m kissing Whimsy.
One of my hands slides up to cup her cheek as I kiss her deeper.
She tastes minty, like she either just brushed her teeth or finished chewing gum.
“Whim,” I breathe against her mouth.
My utterance of her name seems to snap her out of it and she pulls away, eyes dropping but not before I see the embarrassment there.
I grab her hand before she can run. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
“Was that too much?” she asks, eyes reluctantly darting up to meet mine.
“It was fucking perfect.” I squeeze her hand.
She nods and hooks a thumb over her shoulder. “I better get back over there so you can finish practice.”
“Okay.” I’m grinning like a fool and her cheeks flush.
“Good luck,” she whispers before she scurries away.
Across the net Noah smirks.
I look forward to wiping that satisfaction off his face when I obliterate him this round.
When we finish practice, we’re both dripping in sweat as we slowly sip some water.
“I think your good luck kiss idea backfired for you.” I arch a brow.
He shakes his head, chuckling. “Nah, I got exactly what I wanted. You’re welcome.” He pats me on the shoulder.
“Asshole.” I bump him back.
“Maybe once.” He squints against the sun. “Now, I’m just a guy who wants to see my friend happy.”
I grin. “It killed you to call me your friend, didn’t it?”
“Tasted gross as I was saying it,” he jokes, getting up from the bench and shouldering his bag. “I’m going to shower and hang out with my girls.”
“Cool,” I reply. “I’m going to…” I don’t know what I’m going to do, but Whimsy is headed my way.
“See you later,” Noah says before he walks away, and Whimsy takes his place.
“Hey,” I say, zipping up my bag.
She crosses her arms over her chest. “I got a text from Jackson.”
