Page 112 of Maybe You

“How’s your evening so far?” he asks.

“Different from the usual,” I say, and he chuckles.

“Good different or bad different?”

I consider my answer for a bit.

“Different different.” I push myself back upright. “We should get back inside, right?”

“We don’t have to do anything. I’d rather be out here with you anyway.”

My heart picks up speed, even now when my head is all messy from everything Quinn told me.

“Yeah?” I say, hope ringing out in my voice loud and clear.

He sends me a funny look and gets up. I’m resigning myself to going back to the party as he holds out his hand. I clasp it, and he pulls me to my feet, but instead of letting me go, he pulls me against him. One of his hands slides down my back, and he takes my hand with the other. We’re plastered against each other, Sutton’s hard chest against mine.

I lick my lips.

“What are you doing?” I ask in a low voice.

“Dance with me.”

“I don’t know how to dance.”

“You’re in luck then. I happen to be an excellent dancer. Just follow my lead.”

He starts to move. It takes me a moment to figure out how to let him lead, but then he pulls me more firmly against him, and my feet catch on.

He dances us all around the balcony, easily maneuvering between the tables and chairs and other furniture. I laugh and do my best to keep up.

The song changes.

I know this one.

“‘Come Fly With Me.’”

Sutton pulls me even closer. I can feel his breath against the shell of my ear. There’s not much moving involved anymore. We just sway. And Sutton starts to sing. His cheek is pressed against mine, his voice in my ear.

When the song ends and another one starts, we’re no longer moving.

My hand is still in his, palm pressed against palm. His fingers are splayed on the small of my back.

He drags his nose from my neck to my cheek.

Kisses the corner of my mouth.

His palm leaves mine, and he moves both hands to my hips.

I turn my head and find his mouth. The kiss is slow at first, but then I wrap my arms around his neck, and Sutton answers by licking over my lips.

We keep kissing, and it grows deeper and deeper.

I’m moving because Sutton is moving. Until my back hits the wall. His mouth is sealed to mine and his fingers grip my hips.

I bite down gently on his lower lip, and he lets out something that resembles a growl. His hands move to grab my ass, and then he’s lifting me. I wrap my legs around his waist and keep kissing him.

I never want to stop.