Her words hit me.
“Wait… Are we?”
“Are we what?” she asks.
“Dating. Are we dating?”
“Yes.”
My chest fills with something I haven’t felt in a long damn time, and I love it.
I take another step toward her, closing that distance we created when Scout interrupted us. I cup her face once more, loving how soft her skin is under my touch.
“I know I’m not in any position to request something of you, but…can I kiss you?”
A slow smile spreads over those lips I know taste so damn incredible.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
I don’t hesitate, don’t waste another second. I capture her mouth with mine, and a groan leaves me the second our lips collide because kissing her feels so good, so right. Like coming home after a long road trip, it just feels right.
I gather her in my arms, hauling her to me, reveling in the way she feels pressed against me. I know I’ve only had it once before, but I missed this. I missed her.
And this kiss? It feels so different than our last one. That one was great, amazing even, but this? This feels like more than that. It feels like how our first kiss should have been—us.