Chapter 31

I wake to a soft kiss. The car is parked and the radio off, and Dan brushes his fingers along my cheek as he kisses me again. “Michael,” he sighs. I try to crawl closer to his voice but I’m still strapped in my seat.

A third kiss, my name again, his hand smoothed across my brow, and I open my eyes. Taking a deep breath, I don’t bother to look around—this close, his eyes are amazing, dark as the ocean before a storm. I can see light hairs curve around his jaw, and the next time his heart-shaped lips touch mine, I don’t close my eyes. He doesn’t, either, and we part in breathy giggles. His hand is on the back of my neck now. “Where’s Cat?” I ask. If he’s kissing me so unabashedly, I know we have to be alone.