Page 52 of Tangled Kisses
“Anytime. Anywhere.” He links our fingers and presses a kiss to my inner wrist, holding there for a lingering beat, lips warm against the rapid flutter of my pulse, his eyes never leaving mine.
Am I willing to stand here forever, locked in this moment?
If only that were an option.
But I know this is a one-off moment, unlikely to occur again.
Still, it’s the kind of kiss that ruins you for every other one. And one I’ll relive forever.
Starting immediately, as my sister links arms with me and guides me from the bar. “You’d better tell me everything. Don’t leave out a single detail.”
I glance over my shoulder to where Griffin leans against the picnic table, his hat low over his face, lips swollen from our kiss. Seems he’s reliving the moment too.
Goodnight, Griffin.
Chapter Thirteen
Reese
Capri sent me to my room early yesterday after she found me doubled over in pain, cramps threatening to slice me in two.
Thankfully, I’m feeling a bit better today.
Oh, the joys of being a woman.
A knock sounds at my door, and I trudge to open it. It’s likely Piper, come to check up on me.
It’s not.
Griffin stands in the hallway, wearing a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt that hug every inch of him in the best possible way. His cowboy hat sits back on his head, with those unruly curls peeking out around the rim.
The man is perfection, sculpted from skin and bone instead of marble.
Am I gaping? I plead the fifth on that one.
He holds out a bag. “Piper said you weren’t feeling well yesterday. I found out only this afternoon, so I brought you a care package.”
I peek into the bag and flush. A heating pad, bubble bath, soft blanket, chocolate, and an enormous bottle of ibuprofen. “God, what exactly is Piper telling you about me?”
Griffin shoots me an easy grin. “Everything. Because I want to know everything.”
My heart stumbles. “How did you know to get these things? I’m impressed. Most men avoid this aisle of the store.”
“I asked the pharmacist. Told her my girl had terrible cramps, and I wanted to make her feel better.”
The words knock the air right out of me. Vander never wanted to hear about cramps, let alone ease them. But Griffin? He says it as if it’s the most obvious truth in the world.
“You are going to make the greatest husband.”
“Is that a proposal?”
I laugh, my cheeks hot under his teasing stare. “I’m pretty sure you get a lot of those.”
“Not from you.” He leans against the doorframe and clears his throat. “How are you?”
“Better today. It’s only four days, but pure torture.”
“I’d take the pain from you if I could.”
