Chapter 12

“You could have just said something, you know? I know I said ‘friends,’ but I might have done things differently if you’d said something.”

“Why the hell would I? You told me you couldn’t trust anyone, that you didn’t need any complications. What’s more complicated than an average guy raising a teen?”

“That’s not complicated. That’s pretty straightforward.” He stepped right up against my chest. “Still feel like being more than friends?”

“Yes,” I whispered, unable to look away from the sudden brightness in Wayne’s eyes. His gaze focused on my mouth as he licked his lips, and when he leaned in close to kiss me, my world turned upside down.

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In all the years I’d lived, I’d never tasted anything as fine as Wayne’s mouth, his tongue tangled with mine, the sweat on his skin, the dimple in his chin. I yanked him close and ravaged his lips, fed by his moans and the way his body writhed against mine.