Page 97 of Be My Compass

He’s suspicious.

Rightfully so.

But I still don’t like it.

He dips his chin. “Hey.”

“Hey.” I go up to him. Wrap my arms around his waist.

I always hug Kastle.

But it’s different.

His hold is a little tighter.

His hips are a little closer.

Irritation flares in his eyes as he tries to figure me out. He tilts my chin up. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good.” I rise on my tiptoes and plant a quick kiss on his lips.

Will I ever get used to doing that?

Will it ever not make me feel like I’m floating on clouds.

Kastle eases back. Studies me. Smirks. “Did you really order roses?”

There.

He’s my best friend again.

Awkwardness dispelled. Suspicions averted.

I wink. “You’ll just have to find out.”

He stares at me.

I wonder what he’s thinking. I wonder what he’s seeing.

My face?

His face in my eyes?

Who we were? Who we’re going to be?

He blinks.

Breathes in.

Then he cups my chin and kisses me properly. Intensely.

Like there aren’t at least sixteen people in Brew Drop staring at us through the glass window.

Like he’s going to throw my car door open and shove me in the backseat. Rock the vehicle. Fog up the windows.

Like he’s going to smother me until I smell like him. Every inch of me.

I settle my hands on his waist and fall into him. Out of him. Around him.

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