Page 4 of Just A Kiss

She laughs at my unease and nods. “Right. I forget you’re a Kyle.”

“What does that mean?” I ask.

Shaking her head, she attempts to take another drink, but she completely misses, and it runs down her chin and onto her dress. “Nothing. Forget I asked.” She jumps to her feet and almost trips.

“Whoa,” I say, standing up as well and catching her. Her chest slams into mine, and she looks up at me wide-eyed. “Careful.” My left hand snakes around holding her in place while my right hand pushes her blond hair behind her ear so I can see her moonlit face. I’ve dreamed of this for so long. Her and me. Alone.

“Sorry.” Her voice is barely over a whisper.

I’m not sure if she is referring to her previous question or the fact that I’m holding her. “Don’t be sorry,” I say and cup her face.

She doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, her breathing picks up and her cherry-painted lips part. I lick mine.

“Asher,” she breathes.

“Andi,” I say, searching her face for any hint of an invitation. Just when I think she is about to pull away, she wraps her arms around my waist. And then I kiss her.