Page 233 of Breaking the Rules
I bring my hand to her cheek.
Maybe I'm out of my fucking mind.
Maybe I'm the most self-destructive idiot on the planet.
Right now, I don't care.
My eyelids flutter closed.
I lean in.
Bring my lips to hers.
She kisses back hard.
Like she needs this as badly as I do.
I'm ready to kiss her forever.
But this familiar voice interrupts.
She jumps back.
Turns to Dean—he's standing outside the door, shaking his head in some mix ofyou're ridiculousandabout time.
"I was just." She clears her throat. "Mind your own business."
He holds up his handsI'd never.
Her eyes flit to me. "I, um, we really are late."
"Yeah."
"I…" She grabs my wrist. Kisses me again. Quickly. Then she turns and rushes into the shop.
Dean and I watch her get behind the counter.
He turns to me, apprehension filling his blue eyes. "You know what you're doing?"
No.
But I'm starting to figure it out.
