she asked him softly.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
She gave him a small smile. ‘So maybe we should keep it like that, then. We’ll pretend like you aren’t looking at me the way you are now. That I didn’t say anything about it—about us—at all.’ She paused. ‘We can pretend it didn’t happen—just like after the first time we kissed.’
‘You asked me—’
‘You could have said no,’ she interrupted him. ‘In fact, you should have said no. I’m your best friend’s sister. You had no business kissing me.’
‘I know.’ Somehow he found himself even closer to her.
‘Why would you want to be my first kiss, Noah?’
‘You asked me to be.’
‘And now I’ll always have the story of how my brother’s best friend kissed me for the first time.’
‘You were sixteen. Too old not to have been kissed.’
She laughed—low, husky—and it vibrated through his body. ‘Is there a timeline for that I don’t know about?’
‘Yes.’
‘Like the rules about who your first kiss should be with?’
‘Honestly, I don’t care.’ And in that moment Noah thought he’d lost his mind. ‘I don’t care about the rules and the ages.’
‘Because you wanted to kiss me.’
‘Yes.’
‘Just like you do now.’
He didn’t answer her. Only slid a hand around her waist and pulled her against him as their lips met.
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