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Page 23 of Five Ways to Bed a Duke

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I assure her.

Despite what we did last night, we didn't kiss on the lips. This would be a first for us, but I'm not going to pressure her. It's up to her what we do.

She looks around at the crowd of people, pretending not to stare as they skate by. If she wants to sell this dating thing… Now is the time to prove it.

She looks back up at me and then clears her throat.

“It’s tradition… right?” she asks.

“Right.. tradition,” I say, turning to face her.

I take a step closer to her.

If I ever needed an excuse to finally kiss Zoey, this is it. It may be the only chance I get.

The song “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” streams over the rink’s stereo system, the tip of her nose already starting to redden slightly at the nip of the cold air in the rink.

We're back in the place where everything started.

Seeing Zoey in the stands always made me skate harder… even though she was always wearing Liam's jersey.

I step closer, lifting my hands and gliding them over her jaw to pull her in closer. She takes another step toward me, her skates sliding between mine.

I lick my lips, and her eyes drop from my eyes to my mouth. She wants this. She may not admit it, but I can see it in her eyes, I can hear her holding her breath, and I can feel her pulse begin to race with my hand along her jaw and throat, my pinky running over her pulse point.

“Don’t be a pussy, Tomlin… kiss her!” David yells from the opposite side of the rink.

She chuckles, and I grin down at her.

Her eyes lock on mine, and this is the moment I’m going to kiss Zoey for the first time. This feels like years in the making, even if most of those years she hated me.

I bend down and press my lips to hers. She tastes like the fruit punch from the buffet at my gran's party. Her lips are soft and sweet to the taste.

My mouth waters at the thought of dipping my tongue in to taste her, but she might pull away if I try, and I can’t live with that. I can’t give her any reason to pull away—ever.

Her hands reach up and over to the back of my neck, pulling me closer.

I rotate my mouth, trying to get every angle I can for the time she’ll let me.

If she let me, I’d pull her up against my chest and get her out of here. I’d find a private corner somewhere, and we wouldn’t stop kissing until she pulled away.

A few whistles and catcalls ring out, and then she pulls her lips off mine, covering her mouth and giggling shyly at the attention we’ve garnered.

I know I must be grinning down at her like an idiot, but I can’t help it.

“Alright, I think we gave them enough of a show, don’t you think?” she asks.

“Yeah, let’s go,” I agree.

I give my back to the rink and pull both of Zoey’s hands into mine.

“Are you ready?” I ask her, trying to contain my smile, but I can’t.

I have Zoey in the one place that makes me the happiest, and it’s the first time in ten years that she’s giving me the time of day.

Not to mention that I’m still on a high from that kiss.

“Can we go slow?” she asks.


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