Chapter 31

“I really want to kiss you right now,” Fisher said.

His whispered words echoed my own desires. “So why don’t you?”

The corner of his mouth tipped upward. “Because I don’t want your first kiss to be in a landfill.”

Even after everything, he was still thinking of me.

“It’s not the location that matters,” I said. “It’s the guy I’m with.”

Before I lost my nerve, I bent down and pressed my lips to his.

Fisher made a soft moaning sound the second we touched. It reverberated through my skin, compounding my desire, and I cupped the back of his neck to hold him even closer. It wasn’t for him. It was for me. My knees wanted to buckle, and I needed his strength. As much as that, though, I needed to hold onto him so I could remember this long after he’d gone back to Florida.

This was it. My first real kiss. Sharing it with Fisher made it all the more special.

When we parted, I was afraid to let go. With my eyes squeezed shut, I rested my forehead on his and simply breathed him in.