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Coveted.

Beautiful.

Limitless.

Safe.

And seen.

Isaac didn’t just see who I was; he saw everything I wanted to be.

“Let’s practice the F chord and maybe a barred C chord,” he murmured, his lips at my ear. “And then I’ll get you home before my parents return.” He released my waist.

I couldn’t look at him while I dressed, but I managed a quick glance and smile when he handed me the guitar.

We played for an hour, and then he drove me home. I didn’t say anything, and he seemed content listening to the radio with his window down and his arm resting on the door, fingers surfing in the breeze. When Laura Branigan’s “Leave Me Breathless” played, I gazed out my window and softly sang every word, wondering if the lyrics resonated with him as they did with me.

I didn’t have to ask him to stop before my driveway; he just knew.

My hand paused on the door handle as I stared at thegravel road illuminated by his headlights. I had to say something, but I didn’t know what.

“I’ll see you at church tomorrow,” he said.

My heart felt heavy. “Isaac,” I whispered.

“Nothing happened,” he said. “You can walk up the drive with your head up because nothing happened.”

I stared at the floor and nodded. As soon as I opened the door, I hopped out and headed up the road. The gravel crunched beneath his tires when he pulled forward to make a U-turn.

Somethinghappened.

I turned and ran toward his truck, smacking my hand on his window. He glanced up at me and stopped. Adrenaline took over, and I opened his door, grabbing the steering wheel and his shirt to step up and kiss him.

Isaac hesitated at first, but in the next breath, he tangled his fingers into my hair and kissed me with an open mouth. The kiss didn’t end abruptly like a mistake; it ended slowly like neither one of us wanted it to end at all.

I bit my lower lip when we pulled apart just enough to look into his dark eyes. “It happened,” I whispered.

A gorgeous grin stole his lips. “It happened,” he echoed.

Isaac was right. I hopped down and headed toward my house with my chin held highbecauseit happened.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

TINA TURNER, “WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT”

“We have to talk,”I said, pulling Heather to the side of the church the second she stepped out of her parents’ car. “I tried calling you a million times last night.”

“Whoa! What’s going on?” She fumbled her Bible onto the ground, so she pulled away from my grip to pick it up. “Sorry. My mom was talking on the phone to her sister likeforever.”

“It doesn’t matter.” I huffed. “Something big happened.”

“With Mr. Cory?” She dusted off her Bible and followed me to the side of the church, where gates led to an old graveyard.

“With Isaac.” I turned, surveying the area for anyone else.

“How big?” She inspected me with wide eyes.

I didn’t hold back. I vomited every detail from the nighthe took me home after the rodeo to the orgasm I had in the barn and the kiss goodnight at the end of my drive.