Page 98 of Scrape the Barrel
Callan turned me around, but before I could apologize, he crashed into me with a kiss. His touch was hungry, his lips devouring. Every buzz from the champagne turned into the buzz of him lighting my skin like a match.
“Say it again,” he mumbled into my lips as he kept kissing me just as deep.
“Say what?” I questioned, wishing he could take me right here.
“That I’m your boyfriend.”
I pulled back, my lips parted.
I guess I had said that.
“Is that— Is that okay?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if I stepped over the line by saying that, but all I knew in the moment I said it was that I wanted her to feel shitty for making Callan feel uncomfortable. Then, when I saw the ring on her finger, I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. She deserved the worst for cornering him as if she didn’t have a man of her own at home.
“Baby, being your boyfriend is all I want. It’s more than okay.”
My head swam with the effects of him and the booze, and I couldn’t help my smile as I said, “You’re my boyfriend.”
He smiled right back. “Damn right I am.”
His lips met mine again, and I knew behind me that the girls were watching, but I didn’t care. I wanted the whole world to know that Callan was mine and I was his.
I didn’t know how much time had passed when I pulled away and asked, “Why didn’t you tell her to leave you alone?”
He shrugged, but I could tell he knew. “I’m not very good at confronting people.”
“What?” He was joking, right? “You punched my ex just last week. I’m pretty sure you’retoogood at confrontation.”
He let out a small chuckle. “I can’t just punch everyone I don’t like, Sage.”
This time, I shrugged. “You could.”
He frowned, though he was clearly fighting a smile.
“You’re damn good at standing up for other people, but you need to put that same amount of effort and care into yourself, too,” I told him.
“I know. So do you.”
I rolled my eyes. This wasn’t about me. “So do it.”
His hands found my waist. “Fine.”
“Fine,” I bit back.
Then we both grinned.
“But what if I want you to stand up for me again?”
I chuckled.
“It was pretty hot. I’ll admit it,” he said.
“Well, don’t get used to it. Next time, maybe I’ll be the one throwing punches.”
He let out a fake cat growl and I laughed as he pulled me closer to him, sealing our lips together with another kiss.
I got the feeling that life with Callan Bronson was going to be pretty damn sweet.
It was a good thing I had a sweet tooth.
