At least, that’s what I’m feeling.
The car swerves hard to the left, sending me toppling over Fable.
“Andy!” Adele chastises and my dad grumbles a halfhearted sorry as he slows down.
I end the kiss first, opening my eyes to find her staring up at me. She looks dazed, her lips are damp and her cheeks are flushed. She’s even prettier than when I first saw her in the bathroom and was completely blown away by the way she looked in that sexy dress.
She’s prettier because I’m the one who put that glow in her eyes and the color in her cheeks.
“We—” She swallows hard, her breathing accelerated, and she licks her lips again. I lean into her real quick, pressing my forehead against hers. I close my eyes and count to five before opening them again, trying to gather my thoughts so I won’t end up sounding like a dumbass when I finally find my voice.
“We what?” I ask, pulling away from her the slightest bit. I don’t want to let her go. It feels too good, holding on to her, her curves filling my palms, her mouth fused with mine.
Holy shit, I never think like this. I usually run like crazy. Kissing and sex and all the other crap that comes with it leads to…I can’t explain it. Sex leads you to a bad place. Where you’re doing things you don’t want to be doing. Or doing things that feel so damn good, but you know is wrong. Sex for me has always been…shameful.
I hate that. I hate feeling guilty for doing something that feels absolutely amazing. I hate being involved with people I shouldn’t have been, and they ruin everything for you.
That’s what I despise the most. And resent. I’m full of such resentment, I’m tempted to tell Fable she doesn’t want to hang around with a guy like me, even if it’s fake.
Especially if it’s fake.
“We should do that again. Don’t you think?” She runs her fingers through my hair once more and I close my eyes, savoring her touch. I suddenly crave it. Human touch. Fable’s touch.
“You mean kiss?” I ask because I’m confused. I don’t know what she’s talking about, too distracted by how she’s touching me, the sound of her voice.
“Yeah. We need to put on a good show tonight, right?”
Wait a minute, put on a good show? Was this some sort of practice session or something? “Uh, sure.”
“Give the neighbors and your parents’ friends and probably some of your friends too an extra good show so they believe we’re really, truly involved?” She’s pulling out of my embrace and my arms feel empty. She settles into her seat, her breath still coming fast. At least I know I affected her somewhat.
“I guess.” I shrug. I feel like I’ve been used. And that’s completely ridiculous.
“Perfect.” The smile on her face blows my mind. I didn’t think she was this beautiful a week ago. But I didn’t know her either. She’s growing on me. A lot. I want to get to know more about her. She’s still a mystery, but so am I. I can’t tell her my secrets though.
They’ll send her running.
Fable
The man can kiss.
Drew has no idea how his kiss shatters me so completely, I feel all raw and exposed. Vulnerable. I totally tried to play it off just now, like we’re only messing around back here for the sake of our phony boyfriend and girlfriend status, but that’s not true. That kiss had nothing to do with us pretending we’re together.
And everything to do with me wanting more from him than he’s probably willing to give.
My entire body is shaking and I take a deep breath. The car slows and turns onto a driveway and I know we’re at our destination. The country club awaits, most likely filled to the brim with a bunch of snooty snobs and holy crap, I’m still incredibly nervous. Oh, and amped up by that kiss. Adrenaline runs through me, making me tremble and I glance out the window, staring at the scenery spread out before us. I need it to distract me so I’ll stop thinking about Drew’s magical lips and tongue.
So I focus on something mindless. Like how we really need to take a ride along 17 Mile Drive before we leave, so I can ogle all the houses and the ocean and soak up all that beauty and wealth. No way am I going to miss seeing it, especially since we’re so close. Gorgeous houses and serene yards, everything so beautiful it’s almost painful to look at for too long. Yes, I should definitely focus on scenic drives and ocean views.
Not beautiful men who kiss every thought out of my head and leave me a trembling, aroused mess.
“Do I look all right?” I smooth my hand over my hair, hoping I’m not all mussed up.
“You look amazing.” The sincerity in his voice touches me deeply. I am a sucker for this man and he doesn’t even know it.