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Who the hell was he to piss on my high? I was feeling good until now.
“It never ends with them,” Will said.
“I don’t care,” I said, once again tugging my hand. “Let me go.”
He gave me a strange look. “No.”
I would’ve given him a smack to the chest if I would’ve had a good second hand. As it was, my other hand was splinted still, and I didn’t want to risk slowing the healing process, so I settled for glaring. “What do you mean, no?”
“I mean,” Will said, holding onto my hand with an intensity that almost hurt. “I don’t know how Declan does it. Live with you. See you every day and not…”
When he said nothing more, I asked, “Not what?”
“Not do this,” he muttered, releasing my hand…only to grab my face and kiss me. His strong hands cupped my cheeks, tilting my head up to his, and I was completely caught off-guard, my eyes wide open when his mouth met mine, kissing me with a fervor I wasn’t prepared for. He pulled his lips off mine only an inch, his breath hot on my face, a stark contrast to the cool night air. “I shouldn’t have done that,” he added.
“No,” I agreed, and yet my no came out weak.
His fingers intertwined in my hair, his wide shoulders hunched toward me. I found myself leaning toward him, not from him, not away from him as I knew I should. “And I shouldn’t do this, either,” he murmured, his eyes closing.
This time, this time I was prepared. This time I’d expected his lips. This time…this time I kissed him back. Unlike my exchange with Sawyer, this was real. This wasn’t planned. This was heated passion neither of us could fight. Two people, coming together, our actions saying more than words ever could.
The rational side of my mind chimed in: I shouldn’t be kissing him. He was Declan’s brother. Then it was time for the irrational side to say: I don’t care. He’s hot, nice, and everything a guy like Sawyer isn’t, and unlike Declan, he seems pretty available.
I wrapped my good arm around his neck, pressing the front of my body against his. I ran my tongue across his lower lip, and he moaned into the kiss, parting them to let my tongue play with his. Pure, sheer fire burned in my core, and I wanted nothing more than to wrap my legs around him and tell him to find us somewhere private.
That…would’ve been going too far. This was just a kiss. A wild, inappropriate, hunger-filled kiss, but just a kiss in the end. I’d cross no more lines tonight. This line was more than enough.
Will was the one to pull back, resting his forehead against mine, breathing out a shaky, ragged breath. His hands still held onto my face, but they did so with less gusto. His eyes were half-lidded slits, and his voice came out raspy, “That was bad, Ash.”
I didn’t think it was personally that awful, but…
“Declan’s going to kill me,” Will said, fully pulling from me. My face felt the loss of his hands immediately, and I resisted my urge to follow him, to lean myself against his muscular chest and let his frame block out the night wind.
“You’re going to tell Declan?” I asked, shocked. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it—no, wait. I knew I didn’t want Declan to know, because I knew it would hurt him. Which was insanely stupid, because I wasn’t Declan’s girlfriend. We weren’t together. I was allowed to kiss whoever I wanted to.
“I have to,” Will said, shrugging, as if he had no say in whether or not to tell him. “I just made out with the girl he likes.”
“And I don’t have a say in it?” I asked, slowly realizing just what Will said. “Wait. Declan likes me?” It wasn’t news to me, not really, but a part of me still had a hard time processing. “It’s because I remind him of her.” I couldn’t say why, but my rational brain side wanted to take center stage, now. Declan could only like me because of his history with Sabrina.
Right?
Will’s eyes met mine, a pained look on his handsome face. His brown hair was a bit shorter than Declan’s, his face more mature. He was a man through and through, and I’d just kissed him like I’d never kissed anyone before. I wanted to kiss him again.
“Maybe in the beginning,” Will said softly, shaking his head once. “But not anymore. You’re your own person, Ash, and he sees that. He knows it. He doesn’t like you because of Sabrina.” He let out an incredulous chuckle. “It’s impossible not to like you.”
I laughed. “Right. Because my personality is so charming.”
“There’s something about you, yes,” Will spoke, sticking his hands in his pockets. “I don’t know if I can explain it, but I knew it ever since the diner, when you were telling me about chicken nuggets.”
Chicken nuggets? My obsession with chicken nuggets was what started all of this? Me, luring Will to the dark side to be with me? I wanted to laugh again, but I couldn’t, because I knew he wasn’t lying. Someone like Will didn’t lie. He spoke only the truth, no matter how silly it was.
“Declan’s lucky to have you,” Will went on.
“Declan doesn’t have me.”
Will gave me a complicated smile, one laced with bitterness and a hint of jealousy, as if this was him giving up. “He needs you. You’d be good for him.”
What the hell? First he made out with me, and now he was trying to convince me to date his brother? I wanted to bitch-slap him, but my bitch-slapping hand was currently in a splint, so I’d have to settle for a death glare.
