Page 34 of Honest With You

He nips at my lower lip before biting it, causing an involuntary shudder to rack my body. He releases me abruptly, his chest heaving as he looks down at me with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Did-did I hurt you?”

"Huh? What?"

His thumb caresses my bottom lip, his brows meeting in worry.

“Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head trying to clear it, trying to grasp what he’s saying.

My chest slowly rises and falls in tandem with his as I fight to catch my breath. I lick my lips, still tasting the chocolate and lychee we consumed up on that hill.

“Don’t do that.” He lowers his head, his voice coming out low and throaty.

“Do what?”

He kisses me softly, almost reverently.

“Tempt me when I need to say goodnight.”

A nervous laugh escapes me and I lean away. Resting back against the car, my hands play with the hem of my sweatshirt to avoid reaching for him again.

It’s obvious our experience levels could not be further apart. I’m not uncomfortable. I’m just worried this is one of the things about me that will turn him off.

The sudden shift in my mood has him using his knuckles to gently tip my face up. His eyes look concerned as they meet mine.

“Talk to me.”

“I-I kissed you.”

The concern vanishes from his face, replaced with a satisfied smirk.

“Yeah, you did.”

“I feel like I should say sorry… but I can’t.”

I didn’t think it was possible, but he grins even wider now, almost gloating.

He brushes back the hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear as he cups my cheek.

“I’ve been fantasizing about kissing you again since that night in the kitchen. And if I remember correctly, that’s the second time you’ve kissed me first.”

I fight against my own smile, feeling myself flush at the memory of my first kiss.

Ourfirst kiss.

I shove him playfully on the chest.

“We promised to never talk about that again.”

Pressing my hand on his chest, he places a soft kiss on each of my fingers before hugging it possessively. His lips curl up in a satisfied smirk and oh man… I wish I looked as good as he does right now.

A lock of blond hair has fallen on his forehead and his eyes are twinkling with a mixture of cockiness and unrestrained joy. And that smile–it takes my breath away.

How can a person be this beautiful?

“Youpromised. I was thirteen Ava. I had never kissed anyone. I could barely talk or move let alone do anything beyond nod my head if it meant I got to kiss you.”

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