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“So how long do think we need to wait?” she wondered.
“I don’t know. Maybe a month or two?”
“A whole month?”
“I think when the time is right, we’ll know,” I told her.
“I’ve never waited that long for a man before,” she admitted.
“I’ve never waited like this for anyone either. And it’s not going to be easy, but…”
“Yeah. It’s the right thing, though.”
“I think so.”
I jammed my hands into the pockets of my jacket. My feet weren’t moving. My hands did though, reaching for Zoe. I wrapped my arms around her waist and drew her even closer, loving the way she felt pressed against me. She felt right.
“Can I at least have a kiss goodnight?” she whispered.
I backed her up against the door and pressed my body against hers. I was rock hard and there was no way she wouldn’t feel it. But I wanted her to. I wanted her knowing that us not going to bed together wasn’t for lack of want. I felt her gasp as I covered her lips with mine. I tried to be gentle, but once she groaned against my lips, all was lost.
“More,” she whispered.
I took both of her hands in one of mine and pinned them over her head. Her breath caught and I kissed her again, parting her lips with my tongue. That kiss pulled me under in a way I’d never experienced before. Like a wave in the ocean knocking me down and refusing to let me up for air.
When the kiss broke, my lips were tingling, and I hovered so close to her that I could feel her smile against my mouth. I think, in that moment, we both knew how significant this kiss was.
This was the last first kiss. For both of us.
Thirty
Carter
One Month Later
Rex’s coachhanded him a bat and he stepped up to the tee. I stood up and cupped my hands over my mouth like a megaphone from my spot next to Zoe in the stands.
“Come on, Rex,” I yelled. “Just like we practiced. You got this.”
Rex looked back and shot me a thumbs up. He stepped up to the tee, ready to swing. I looked over at Zoe and she raised an eyebrow.Does he really have it?I shrugged. Whether or not he hit the ball very far, it didn’t matter. He loved his new tee ball team and he always tried his best.
Crack.
“Holy…” Zoe exclaimed. “He really got that one.”
“Run,” I shouted.
All the kids on his team started cheering for Rex and encouraging him to run the bases, which he did, as fast as he could, smiling wide. When his feet hit home base again, he jumped up and down, fists in the air, getting a hero’s welcome from his team.
I sat back down between Zoe and Elias.
“Didn’t know you were so into tee ball,” he teased. “Or that you were going to be one of those high-pressure sports parents.”
I laughed so hard I almost snorted. Nothing about this game was high pressure. Most of the kids had no idea what they were doing. One boy who was playing the outfield was picking dandelions.
“I can totally see it,” he continued. He lowered his voice to something harsh and aggressive. Totally un-Elias-like. “Run those bases like your life depends on it. What are you doing? Don’t let your team down. Drop and give me twenty.”
“That’s army, not sports,” a woman’s voice said.
