Page 14 of Thirst Trap
She takes in a deep breath, lacing her hands behind my neck. “You’re right. We had a great night. Nothing sad about it.”
“Exactly,” I say, leaning in to kiss her, which she returns eagerly. This is our last kiss. I need to make it a good one.
And I need to memorize it. Memorize her. I need to never forget the way her tongue feels against mine. The way her lips, even in the morning, are the softest things I’ve ever felt. The way she gives my bottom lip a little nibble when she wants me to go deeper.
I could kiss this girl forever. And I fucking hate the fact that I’m not going to get to.
The sound of her cell phone startles us, breaking the moment. Probably a good thing. God knows, I wasn’t going to end it anytime soon.
The phone keeps ringing, but she doesn’t make a move to go get it. Instead, she sits on my lap, our foreheads touching.
“I will never forget you, sweetness,” I say, placing one last kiss on her forehead.
“You better not, cowboy. You better not.”
