Glass (Crank 2)

I smile. “It’s Friday. I don’t

have to work tomorrow.

I’d say I’m ready to party.”

My kind of woman. He starts

the car, puts it in reverse, but

before he takes his foot off

the brake, he turns, looks

me right in the eye. Did I tell

you how great you look?

“No, damnit, you didn’t,

and I expect a sincere apology.”

I love Bree’s improv.

Especially when Trey says,

Will this do? And he kisses me—

another long, delicious kiss.

I pull away, breathless. “Yeah

that will do,” I whisper, hoarse

with heat. “For now, anyway.”

He grins and kisses me again.

Even better than the first. About

the time my heart feels ready

to explode, he slams on the brakes.

Holy shit. We’ve been rolling

backward. He stops a split

second before taking out an SUV

at the drive-through window.

We both laugh, disturbing a very

tense moment. And we both know

we’ll be back in each other’s arms

very soon, expecting more than a kiss.