Page 137 of Almost Pretend


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“Hey. This is going to be a cult classic. Pure grindhouse masterpiece.”

I frown. “Grind-what? What does coffee have to do with it?”

Elle stares at me. “Oh my God, you are an alien. So adorable.”

“Stop using that word,” I growl.

“‘Cute’?” she ventures.

“Not that one either,” I bite off.

Elle just grins unrepentantly. “‘Sweet’—”

“Shh!” erupts from the row behind us.

“Oops,” Elle whispers, dropping her voice—and herself, sinking down in the seat and wiggling closer. “Well ... just in case they’re watching us, should we put on a show?”

It takes a moment to get what she means.

I arch a brow.

“You’re enjoying this part too much,” I whisper back.

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Gruffykins.” She lets out a suppressed laugh and twists to face me, pushing up the seat rest that’s been the only barrier between us. “C’mere. I’ll show you how to do a stage kiss.”

“How do you know how to do a stage kiss?”

“Theater kid. Duh. Are you really surprised?”

“Not in the slightest.”

She grins and reaches up to stroke my cheek, my jaw. I don’t realize how cold it truly is in here until the warmth of her slender fingers burns into me with their slight pressure.

“Tilt your head that way,” she says. “I’ll tilt mine the other, and then ...”

As I oblige, she pushes up, her mouth coming close to mine, offering her sweet-scented breath. When her lips touch me, it’s below my bottom lip.

A warm imprint of a kiss. Not the heated lock and pressure and slick caresses I suddenly ache for more deeply than I have any right to.

“See?” she whispers, her lips moving against my skin in caresses that rouse a shudder against me. “Easy.”

Whispering back like this is awkward, to say the least. “I know it’s dark, but can they not see our lips aren’t touching?”

“Not with my head tilted this way,” she answers. “My face blocks where our mouths would tou—mmn!”

I shouldn’t have tilted my head to ease the slight strain on my neck.

Because suddenly those syllables are pressing into my mouth.

And I lose all sense.

All reason.

All control.

Her strawberry mouth fits mine like we were made for each other.

The whole damn movie becomes a blur.

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