Page 62 of The Nicest Thing
It might even be fun.
Feeling a deep sense of resolve, I started walking, slowly but surely, making a beeline for my best friend.Finn looked up as I was only a few feet away, and the way his face lit up made me even more sure.This was the right thing to do.Finn lifted a brow in question.In answer, I picked up the pace, my lips tipping up at the corners.A celebratory hug.Maybe a quick kiss on the lips.That was what I had planned.Almost as if he could read my mind, Finn's eyes brightened, and he flipped his hat backward seconds before I reached him.I threw my arms around his neck, lifted onto my tiptoes and planted my lips against his.
I kissed him.
But I didn't expect Finn's reaction.
He caught me.
Picked me up with his hands on my hips.
Held me to him.
And deepened the kiss.
His tongue met mine, and I melted.I'd forgotten how amazing this felt.No, I couldn't lie to myself.After Christmas, I'd dreamed of our first kiss, replayed it a million times in my mind.Amazing was an understatement.Finn's mouth was a revelation.It sounded ridiculous, but I felt like our souls touched.I remembered every moment and was so conflictedbecause as happy, grateful, amazed as I'd been that it happened, I was also devastated that it never would again.
And here we were.
Finn stole my breath.
Again.
Seared my soul.
Again.
Gave me everything I'd ever dreamed of in a kiss and multiplied it by infinity.
Oh my God.
I realized then that I should've never worried about this arrangement ruining us.
Finn had already done that without even trying.I was ruined.So beyond help.And as I continued kissing him, I couldn't remember why I should care.
A throat cleared.
We broke apart slowly, but when I saw the glazed look in Finn's eyes, assuring me I wasn't alone at least in this moment, I reached up and laid one last, soft kiss on his mouth. Slowly, I turned to find the woman Finn had been talking to staring at us.Speechless, her face was tinged with jealousy and what looked like a hint of respect.Next to her was a tall man wearing a uniform like Finn's, an assistant coach.He looked like he wanted to frown but couldn't help the smile on his face.
"Coach O'Brien," he said with a nod.
Finn's voice was nothing but a rasp."Coach Williams."
"A few fans reported inappropriate behavior happening on the field.You see anything?"
"I did not."
"Thought you might say that."
The woman next to him frowned."Someone reported them?For kissing?"
He shrugged.
"That's dumb."
"I was thinking the same thing," Coach Williams drawled.
She shot me a grin."Though it was some kiss."
