He finally pulled away, but not very far. His eyes were all smoky and made me all warm. “Apparently, running isn’t the only thing you’re good at.” His voice was husky and gravelly and it made my skin pop up in goose bumps. He brushed his thumb over my lips, and I thought for sure I was going to die right on the spot.
“You, too.” Was that my voice? Sounded awfully breathless.
The corner of his mouth curved up. “I’m not good at running.”
“Well, you’re good at kissing.”
He broke into a full grin. “Thanks.” He rubbed his thumb over my cheeks, and I melted a little bit more.
“I think that did it,” Allie’s voice broke into our magic bubble. “Zach’s looking pissed, not smug.”
Zach. I’d totally forgotten the kiss had been for him. Matt dropped his hand and turned away.
I didn’t want him to turn away. I wanted him back. I wanted him to kiss me like that again. And again. And again. At the very least, I wanted him to kiss me until I actually did fall off my chair. Not that it would take much.
“Your hands are shaking.” Allie pointed at my water glass, which I’d picked up in an attempt to distract myself. “That must have been some kiss.”
Matt and I both looked at my hand, which was very clearly trembling. The water was shivering, and the ice was clinking. I felt my cheeks heat up, and I couldn’t look at him.
How totally embarrassing!
Matt said nothing, but he put his arm over the back of my chair and left it there until the food arrived.