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Her eyes are dark, though, when she finally turns them on me, and in them I see myself reflected—a shadow, a naked soul.
“Sawyer…” Her voice is hushed, and now I’m staring at her mouth. It looks so soft, tempting. Inviting. “I’m sorry.”
“Is this a pre-apology for kicking me in the nuts?” I whisper. “Should I get off the bus now?”
A soft laugh escapes her. “No. Please, don’t.”
“Is it about the library? Because you walked away from me?”
She nods.
“Why did you?”
Small white teeth bite into that plump lower lip. “I panicked.”
Now that is interesting, no, more than that, it’s… amazing. “You? You panicked?
“You sound surprised.”
“I’m the one usually panicking,” I admit, then catch myself before I spill more damning evidence about my character. “Why would you panic about me? Am I that creepy?”
This time her laughter rings out loud, crystalline and true. “Creepy? You? God, Sawyer. You’re way too handsome and kind.”
A warm flush works its way up my neck. “Too handsome and kind for what?”
“For me.”
“The hell? Why would you ever think that?”
“I’m just… not enough,” she whispers.
I open my mouth to contradict her, or maybe just to curse again, because no way is she thinking that, is she?
But she leans toward me, and I wait, speechless, my heart in my throat. “I’ve wondered…”
“About what?”
“What it would be like to kiss you.”
“Oh, fuck. Me, too,” I whisper hoarsely, and lift a hand to cup her cheek. Her skin is like satin. “Brin?”
Her mouth touches mine and I haul her closer, the shock of her lips driving all thought from my mind. I kiss her, and her mouth opens to mine. She’s into it, I think, into me, holy fuck, and she tastes fruity from the gum and sweet and… girly and perfect.
“Get a room, you two,” someone mutters from the seat behind us, and she jerks back with a gasp.
I want to punch that person for interrupting us.
I want to haul her back and pick up where we left off.
But she’s already turning away. She says, “We’re almost there.”
Almost.
Almost kissed, almost found my scent-matched mates, almost understood Kyrian’s problem with me, almost found happiness.
That seems to be the operative word governing my life.
I’m thinking of all the ‘almosts’ and the pack I’m set to meet tomorrow, my parents, Eric, and my fucked-up anxiety habits, when the bus stops and Brinlee jumps to her feet, shoving me ahead of her.
