“She said seeing you with me tonight helped,” he says.

“I’m glad.”

He grins. “She said I never looked at her like I look at you.”

My stomach drops to my knees as I catch the heaviness of his words. I don’t know what to say to that or if I heard it right or if it means anything other than he thinks I’m crazy.

My mind races and my mouth can’t catch up. “I—”

My words are stolen by his lips touching mine. A rush of helplessness washes over me as I sink into his arms. He pulls me so close to his strong, hard body that we may as well be one. As I go limp, the world outside his lips blurs.

He tastes like the sting of bourbon and the sweetness of Coke, and of the hundred fantasies I’ve had of this exact moment. Only those daydreams weren’t nearly as satisfying as having Trevor Kelly in the flesh.

My lips part, giving him permission to do all the things he’s telling me without words he wants to do. He slips his tongue inside, gentle but demanding, like he can’t wait a moment longer.

His nose nudges mine, his hands cup my face. He makes contact in every way possible as we kiss under the moonlight.

Breathless, I pull back. He rests his forehead against mine, and I’m not sure if his groan is because I stopped the act or because it happened at all.

I suck in a lungful of air, every cell in my body tingling. He locks his hands at the small of my back and keeps his forehead touching mine.

“There’s no room for Jesus.” It’s a dumb thing to say, but it’s all I can come up with.

He chuckles but makes no apologies or room.

“Why did you do that?” I ask.

“Did you hate it, Ohio?”

“No.”

“Then why ask?”

My pulse gallops as I lean back.

Screw the rules and the fear and the chance he’ll break my heart. He might. Judging by how I reacted to seeing him with Liz, he could. But as hard as I tried not to be, I’m interested in this thing with him, whatever it is. The only hope I have that he might be interested, too, is Liz’s words. How ironic.

“She said I never looked at her the way I look at you.”

This is a risk—a huge one—but we’re here. I’m here. And . . . I want to be.

“Because if you’re gonna kiss me like that, I need a warning. Hey!” I say as he jerks me around.

He has my hand tucked in his and is leading me toward the truck. We pass the truck and continue down a little solar-lit walkway. At the end of the path sits a small outbuilding with an arched room and floor-to-ceiling glass walls.

He unlocks the door with a four-digit code, and we step inside. The lock is engaged with a sharp snap. There’s a rustle behind me as Trevor searches for a light. And then softly, small, twinkly lights glow around the room.

Plants fill the space. There are some on tables, some on the floor, some hanging from the ceiling. Little Christmas lights dangle in different places, giving just enough light to not trip and fall.

“The greenhouse,” I whisper. “Oh, my God. This is unreal.”

Trevor steps in front of me. His shoulders are back, his eyes broody. He takes my face in his hands.

I gasp, unprepared for the contact. “What are you doing?”

“I’m warning you,” he says softly. “I’m going to kiss you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

HALEY

I stand under the soft glow of a string of lights. My arm slides against a slick, waxy leaf as I back away slowly from Trevor.

He’s eating me alive with his eyes. Sizzling the sides of my face where his thumbs gently stroke my skin. Setting my body ablaze as it becomes apparent he’s on the verge of losing control.

I ache. Every piece of my body demands contact from this ridiculously good-looking man. With every press of the pad of his thumb, another ripple of want shoots through my veins.

I’m not sure if the humming sound pulsing around me is coming from the greenhouse or inside my body, but the continuous pressure quickens my thoughts.

I want him. I want him here and now, and whatever happens after, I’ll deal.

And that’s it.

“I’m warning you,” I tell him. The lines around his eyes bend as he narrows them. “If you start kissing me this time, you better not stop.”

He pulls my face to his, crashing his mouth to mine. His hands drop to the sides of my neck, then to my shoulders, before they scale the length of my back.

I moan into his mouth as he slides his tongue inside. My hands plant on his chest, my fingers flexing against his pecs.

He groans, the sound barreling to my core. It cinches my lower belly, and I buckle with the strain.

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