Page 53 of From That Moment

I angled her head and kissed her deeper, her taste a sin on my tongue as if it were everything I had been missing.

Dear God. I needed to stop. We needed to talk about this.

Talk? Who the fuck was I?

She slid her tongue against mine, and I groaned, needing more.

Her hands were on my chest, her nails digging in. Not pulling me closer, but not pushing me away.

I didn’t know what to do. I knew what I needed to do, what would be smart for both of us. We needed to stop this, walk away, and pretend it never happened.

I knew that wouldn’t be what I did.

Because, apparently, I was good at making mistakes, and this was a whopper.

I pulled away, gasping for breath as she did the same, then I rested my forehead against hers. Her fingernails still dug into my skin through my shirt, her hands clasping once, twice, before she relaxed a bit, nearly letting go. She didn’t push me away, though.

Instead, I was the one who moved away, taking a step back, lowering my hands so I could see her.

“Well,” I said, knowing I should probably have said something better than that. What was there to say?

“Well. That’s a good word for it. The other words would likely be a little more profane, so,wellworks.”

I smiled that that, not able to help myself.

“It’s pretty much what I was thinking.”

“I didn’t ask you over for that.” She frowned. “I didn’t ask you over at all, actually.”

“I know. I didn’t come here thinking this would happen.” I paused, kind of frowning. “I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t thought about it, though.”

Her eyes widened, and I wanted to take my foot out of my mouth and apologize.

“You’ve thought about this?” she asked.

“All the fucking time, Paris. And we both know it would be a mistake to take it further.Thisis probably a mistake.”

It didn’t take a genius to see the hurt cross her face. I wanted to kick myself.

“Not that I think the kiss was a mistake. I meant how itcouldbe.”

“Your semantics don’t make sense,” she bit out through gritted teeth.

“You’re right. They don’t. Because I’ve been doing my bestnotto think about you.”

“Right back at you. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t have come at all. You shouldn’t have kissed me. Or I shouldn’t have let you kiss me. Whatever.”

“Why?” I asked.

“You’re the one who called it a mistake. You tellmewhy.”

“I wanted to make sure we were on the same page for why this is wrong.”

“Wrong. Mistake. Seems you’re good at using the words that push me away. You won. Now, go.”

“We need to talk about this, Paris.”

“No, we don’t. You’ve talked enough for both of us.”