His eyes widened in surprise. As I pulled him closer, he tried to pull away. Two for flinching,I thought, tugging him closer. I kept my eyes open, my jaw set, my fist gripped in the fabric of his shirt.
Then I kissed him.
To my surprise, he didn’t even struggle. His arms unfolded and he caught me around the waist. For a moment I thought he’d shove me away, then his mouth opened beneath mine and his tongue forced its way between my teeth. Suddenly hewas kissing me, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t even think. This was what I’d wanted all along, what I’d always wanted, what we’d been building to since the moment we met back in the sixth grade.
And it was everything I’d always thought it would be.
When we finally broke apart, Derek tightened his arms around me to keep me near. In the dark interior of the hearse we stared at each other, hearts hammering, blood pounding, afraid to speak, afraid to hope—or, at least, I was. Did he really like me back?