Blinking, I can’t speak.
“Is your hair really curly?”
Is this really happening? I’m ready to kiss this guy after resisting him all damn morning, and he wants to ask about my hair? “Um…huh?”
He chuckles as he moves his thumb along my jaw, over to my mouth, pressing into my bottom lip and leaving a trail of white-hot heat. “Your hair, is it curly?”
I nod like a stupid bobblehead. “It’s a mass of curls that are unruly and rude.”
His lips curve even more. “I want to see it down.”
I swallow hard. “Oh, okay.”
“Tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“Yeah, at the Bullies’ house party.”
I just blink. “I’m not going.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yeah, and I’d love for you to come with me.”
“Um…”
“Don’t say no.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to ruin this moment.”
“You know I’m going to say it.”
“But you shouldn’t,” he says softly. “Stop resisting what could be something really great between us.”
And just like that, the spell is broken. I pull my face out of his hand, even though I’d rather die right there. I can’t give in to him. No matter how much I want to, I have to resist until I know I’m ready. Because I’m pretty sure he wants one thing and one thing only. “I can’t make it easy for you.”
He widens his eyes as he looks away, chuckling. “No, you can’t.” He tucks his hand into his pocket as he sways back on his heels. “So, I’ll see you tonight?”
I want to say no. I should say no, yet I murmur, “Maybe.”
He’s surprised by that. “Maybe?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
His grin takes up his whole face as he nods. “Well, if you maybe show up, find me.”
“I might do that.”
I don’t see him move until his fingers thread through mine. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Oh?”
He brings my hand up, kissing my wrist ever so gently, his blue gaze never leaving mine. “Yeah.”
I shrug before pulling my hand from his. My wrist is burning as hot as my insides are. “We’ll have to see.”
I start to move, stepping backward, and I’m surprised when he doesn’t follow. Instead, he just grins. “I can’t wait.”
I turn without answering him as a stupid, foolish grin spreads over my lips because I can’t wait either.
And I have no idea what that means.