Page 50 of Holiday Friend Zones
Looking up at me, Kyra smiles in a way I’ve never seen.One corner of her mouth is tipped upward, in this combination of shy and impish that manages to stir a whole new level of desire in me.Her glassy eyes tell me that she’s feeling as swimmy-headed as I am, which means we could be headed to dangerous territory if we’re not careful.
If I’m not careful.
“But what about…” she trails off, looking away and pulling back slightly.
Oh no.We’re not going to play that game.
“What?”
I cup her cheek in my hand, turning her head to face me again.Her skin is soft, warm, and feels like perfection against mine.My pulse skips, the anticipation of her answer building in me like steam in a kettle.
“Tomorrow.When the judge pronounces us husband and wife, do you plan on kissing your bride?”
Fuck yes, I do…
The way she asks the question is as if she’s issuing a challenge.One I don’t plan on backing down from.
“Pretty sure it’s not legal unless it’s sealed with a kiss,” I tease, sliding my hand down her neck and running my finger along her clavicle.
She shivers from my touch but doesn’t move away.Instantly, the mood shifts, as if someone flipped a switch or ignited something.My whole body is on fire, wondering how she’d react if I continued to touch her.
“You’ve never kissed me.A real kiss.”
Another challenge.My heart thunders and I lean in, the two of us already impossibly close.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m just wondering if maybe we should practice our first kiss?”
Fuck me…
“Practice, huh?”Wrapping an arm around her waist, I haul her off the couch, getting the both of us to our feet, standing only inches apart.Same as we will be tomorrow.“Like this?”
“Yeah…” She swallows hard, the muscles of her throat constricting.Nerves radiate off both of us, but there’s no denying the pull I feel.Like a magnet to metal, drawing me into her.“Wouldn’t want it to be awkward on our wedding day.You know, with our families there.Watching us.”
“No, we wouldn’t want that at all…”
I step into her, placing my hand on her hip and running it up along her side, skimming the outside of her breast.Not sure what’s driving the train—curiosity, lust, moonshine, or a combination of all three—but there’s no stopping it now.
Leaning in, I pause, my lips a whisper away from hers.The angel on my shoulder tells me that I should wait until we’re both sober—like tomorrow at our wedding—to do this.But the devil on the other side is louder.As is the fire in Kyra’s eyes.
“So when the judge says to kiss my bride, I will.”
And I do.
I kiss Kyra.
Hard.
Chapter Four
KYRA
Holy shit.
I’m kissing Davis.
And fuck me, can he kiss.
