Page 77 of One Killer Night
His crystal-blue eyes stared back into hers as he gathered the disrespect with his fingers, and then he put it in his mouth—sucking her spit off his own fingers.
She watched him, her breath halted and her thoughts stilled.
He watched her back with hate in his eyes.
But instead of pain or retribution like she feared, he lowered his face to hers and kissed her.
She wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but it was enough time that her arms and hands had stopped fighting him off and wrapped around his neck. And his long fingers dug into her lower back, urging her body closer to his.
He broke the kiss and stared down at her.
“Be mine.”
Feelings stirred inside her naive body, and she wondered why it didn’t feel like this with Davis. There was something about this moment that made her feel powerful and wanted. The townie wouldn’t hurt her. That much she knew. But he was still dangerous.
Even though it shouldn’t, that excited her.
She’d never understand why she agreed. Maybe because she’d never had boys fight over her. Or because she’d committed herself to adventure.
Do I want to be a girlfriend?she thought.
Or maybe it was because Townie was right. Davis would discard her after the summer, because that’s precisely what a summer romance is—fleeting.
So why not take advantage of the moment and let the townie kiss her like that again?
“Say it ...” he said with authority. “Say, ‘Billy, I’m yours.’” Then he provided a nudge in the wrong direction. “It can be our little secret.”
She wouldn’t mean it, and that was no matter. Because Billy felt like a story she’d like to tell one day. He felt like a reckoning.
And she’d always been good at keeping secrets.
Later in her life, she’d realize this was when her story had begunandended.
“Okay, Billy, I’m yours.”
To my Emerson,
You let him laugh at me today.
Was it because you thought he knew?
You’re right. Men know. I could smell him on you too.
—Your Billy
Chapter Eighteen
Goldie
August
“Earth to Goldie,” my sister chuckles. “Have you heard anything I’ve said in the last ten minutes?”
Nope.
I look over to where she’s sitting on my couch, grinning as the delicious memory of Noah kissing me all the way from my toes to my lips the night before he left still lingers.
“I could dedicate a whole week to this ...”
