Page 53 of Hers to Kiss
He disentangled himself. “I’m sorry. I’m not myself,” he said without meeting her eyes. She tried reaching for him.
“That’s okay. You’re like…the best kisser I’ve ever had. And I haven’t had a lot, don’t get me wrong.” She laughed nervously. “I don’t want you thinking I’m out there kissing every guy I meet.”
He gave her a close-mouthed grin. “I don’t. I don’t believe you’re that type of girl.”
She sighed. “Oh, good.” She bit her lip, her eyes traveling south. “But I wouldn’t mind being kissed again.”
“Um…” He cleared his throat. “I think we should get back before they send a search party for us. My dad’s been on the warpath lately. I’m not exactly his favorite person.”
The space between her light brows wrinkled. Her lips made the cutest pout. “I don’t see why not. You’re so nice, and you got into Cornell. My parents were over the moon when I got this fellowship. My mom talked about it on Facebook for a solid week. Parents should be proud of their kids.”
Yeah, well, his weren’t. Maybe his mom, but his father not so much.
And he wouldn’t be after today.
