Page 51 of Salvation (Clover-Hills #1)

Blake

H is hands tangle in my hair. My hands trail down his chest. This kiss…It’s not sweet or romantic. It’s bruising. It’s hurried. It’s as if we can’t get enough of each other. Can’t get close enough.

Running away has always been easier than facing the alternative, but being here?

On this porch? I can’t fathom why I ever ran from it in the first place.

From him. We may have been kids, but maybe it would have been different if I had just stayed.

So many what-ifs. I pull back, panting from the heat and lack of oxygen. “Elain’s inside…I can’t…We can’t.”

He pulls back, too, just far enough that he’s still gently brushing his lips against mine.

“Let me take you on a date tomorrow.”

“What…what about Brittany?

“What about her?” He looks at me like I just asked him to commit arson.

“I thought…”

“We went on one date.” He interrupts me. “One. And I’ll never make that mistake again.” He looks so disgusted at the idea that I let a laugh burst from my chest.

“Thank god.” I sigh and tilt my chin to look up at him. “I suppose I can squeeze you in after Haden, after all.”

That earns me a little growl and nip on my bottom lip, and I giggle in response. Once we’ve put enough space between us, I motion a hand between us. “What does this mean, then?”

“It means we stop pretending like we don’t feel whatever this is between us. We don’t have to label it, not if you don’t want to. But let’s just see where it takes us.”

I give him a small smile. “That…that I can do.”