He shakes his head like he’s trying to erase the image from his mind. “It’s been a long day. I’m tired. The heat is getting to me, and I missed you like crazy.”
I reach up on my toes and kiss him. He pulls me close and places his hand on the small of my back, making sure I don’t try to get away, not that I plan to. He deepens the kiss as I bury my fingers in his hair. My body is pressed up against his, and I stay that way until my lungs are aching for air.
“Wow,” he says when we finally pull apart. “If that’s what apologizing gets me, I’ll have to think of more things to apologize for.” His hands are on my waist, and I wrap my arms around him, laying my cheek against his chest. I can feel his heart thumping, and I smile knowing I’m the one who sent it into such a frenzy.
“Hey, did I say something wrong?” Ash pulls me back so he can stare into my eyes.
“Not at all. Why?” How do I keep making him feel like he did something wrong? He’s perfect.
“You got really quiet.”
“I was listening to your heart. It’s beating really fast.” I smile at him. “It sort of made me forget my head hurts.”
“It was probably the kissing that did that.” His cheeks flush a little in the cutest way. “Lack of oxygen to the brain and all.”
“Kissing you could probably cure just about anything.”
“Probably?” he asks, faking a hurt tone in his voice.
I reach up and kiss him again, but his watch beeps. I pull away and grab his wrist. Nine thirty. “Damn it! I told my parents I’d be home by nine thirty. How did it get so late?” It doesn’t seem like we’ve been kissing that long.