“Hello,” I say, returning my attention to the mess, hoping like hell he doesn’t see how red my cheeks are right now because I am definitely thinking about things I shouldn’t be.
“Hello? That’s all I get?”
“Yes.”
He laughs and walks farther into the truck, the vehicle creaking under his feet. His shoes come into view before his hand does. He tucks a single finger under my chin, pulling my face up to meet his.
“That’s all I get?” he repeats, his voice deep and husky, sending a shiver through me.
Like my body is moving of its own accord, I rise to stand. Without a word, Miller hauls me closer, sealing his lips over mine.
Sprinkles crunch under our shoes, and I’m acutely aware that we’re standing in the middle of my truck where everyone can see us, but I don’t care, not when he’s holding me like he is, not when his lips feel so good against mine.
I’m getting attached to him. Dangerously so.
But I can’t help it. Being with Miller feels so good, so right.

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