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“For trips?”
“For everything.”
His response sent a shiver of pleasure rippling through my entire body. “I love you, Hugh Biggs.” Exhaling a sigh of contentment, I wrapped my other arm around his neck and smiled. “I’d stay here forever with you, if we could.”
Brown eyes full of warmth locked on mine. “Yeah?”
I nodded slowly. “I don’t want to ever leave.”
“Neither do I.” His voice was gruff and thick, and his breath fanned my face when he spoke. “Liz.” The way he said my name caused a shiver to roll down my spine.
Like he knew me.
Like I washis.
Like I belonged entirely to him.
Hooking an arm around my waist, he pulled me close until our chests were pressed together. With my arms wrapped around his neck, I clasped my hands together tightly in anticipation.
Hugh’s movements were slow and purposeful, like he had thought about what this day would look like a thousand timesbefore. So had I, but my imagination hadnothingon the real thing.
I couldn’t take another second of anticipation and clearly neither could Hugh because he lowered his face to mine at the same time I tilted my chin up.
And there it is.
Finally!
The moment our lips touched, a crackling surge of electricity ricocheted through every part of me. Instinctively, my eyelids fluttered shut, and I clung to his body, feeling a blast of adrenaline so powerful that no amount of cliff diving could compete with it.
Nope, it was clear to my poor, fickle heart that only one person could pull the strings of my heart like this.
Hugh Biggs.
His kiss was a featherlight touch.
A soft, sweet brush of his lips.
Once.
Twice.
On the third brush of his lips against mine, Hugh lingered, keeping his lips there, pressing just a little deeper, pulling my heartstrings just that little bit tighter until I felt I was so highly strung, I might burst apart in his arms.
They were sweet, innocent pecks that caused my body to explode in an uncontrollable tremor. Hugh’s lips were surprisingly soft. I wasn’t sure what I had been expecting, but his kiss exceeded any expectations I had conjured up these past few years, and itdefinitelybeat practicing on my hand.
My arms were wrapped far too tightly around his neck, and a part of me worried about cutting off his air supply, but I couldn’t let go.
Nothing in this world could trick me into releasing this boy.
Not my thoughts.
Not my mind.
Not my broken pieces.
Nothing.
When Hugh pulled back and his whiskey-colored eyes searched mine, I felt myself nod, desperate to reassure him that I wanted him to keep going.
