lungs slowly collapsed, forcing the air from her body. Believed in what? In love?
In life?
The thought instantly drained from her mind when he shifted closer, and the scent of his leather jacket drifted in the air.
‘I can’t remember who you are.’ Simmering gaze on hers, he said, ‘How about throwing a poor guy a hint?’
‘Okay,’ Amber said. After the years of crushing on Parker the teen, now that he was looking at her as a desirable woman, she wanted to work the moment for all she was worth. ‘You once pressed your lips against mine.’
Parker’s eyes widened, and he dropped his gaze to her mouth, pulling all the oxygen from the atmosphere. Amber’s breathing increased in an attempt to suck in enough air.
‘Awesome.’ His voice slid lower, like heated silk. ‘I approve of my choices.’
He leaned close, his eyes glowing, sparking embers she’d thought long dead—those secret pieces of a young girl in the throes of her first sexual attraction. Not really understanding the full extent of what she felt.
His teasing grin was hot enough to light the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. ‘Did I get to second base?’
Skin vibrating at the thought, her smile was strained.
‘Sorry, only first,’ she said.
And technically, it was probably only half base, but she was having too much fun to clarify the exact nature of how their lips had touched.
‘Did I slip you the tongue?’ he said.
‘No.’
‘My loss,’ he said, and his mouth parted a bit, as if imagining righting that previous wrong.
The tiny peek at his tongue sent a shot of adrenaline through her body, surely leaving her glowing. Fine hairs standing on end.
‘And as first kisses went,’ she pressed on, ‘it could have been better.’
Mostly by being real.
The offended expression on Parker’s face was comical. ‘Could have been— Wait...first kiss?’ He shot her a skeptical look. ‘Either this was a really long time ago or you’ve confused me with someone else.’
‘I definitely don’t have you confused with someone else.’ When he looked at her as though he was beginning to suspect she truly wasn’t sane, Amber sent him a smile and gave up the pretense. ‘I practically grew up at your mother’s house because my mom worked as her personal assistant,’ she said. ‘Which was the fancy title for glorified gofer girl.’
There was a three-heartbeat pause that felt like thirty as Parker’s expression remained blank.
‘I’m Amber Davis.’
‘Amber Davis,’ he said slowly, as if pulling the name from a memory long buried. Recognition finally shot through his face, and his shoulders snapped back. ‘Well, hell,’ he breathed out. ‘You’re the one who tried to drown.’
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