“You’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever met,” I whisper when he’s a breath away.

“Me? Sweet?” His laugh is low. “I’ve been called a million things, but never sweet.”

“Kind of like you telling me I’m charming?”

“I didn’t say you were charming—I said you were weird and that is charming.”

“Would you be quiet? You’re ruining the moment.”

“What moment?”

“Our first kiss.”

“Oh.” His brows shoot up. “We’re kissing now?”

“If you would stop talking and get to it.”

“Bossy. Add that to the list.”

Yeah, that’s right. I’m bossy and impatient and have unrealistically high expectations on occasion.

Okay. Most occasions.

5

Rex

What the hell does Hannah want from me?

Two hours ago she was adamant about not liking me—yesterday she vehemently professed that all she wanted from me was a lesson in how to date.

I’m too self-assured to get a complex, but it sure would be fucking neat if I knew what was going on inside that pretty head of hers instead of playing these guessing games.

I know she’s not doing it on purpose, that’s just how she is. Still. Sucks for me right now, walking a tightrope of uncertainty.

I like Hannah; I like how goofy and insecure she is. Is that weird? Not caring that someone is insecure? She’s a bit of a mess, flip flopping and changing her mind every thirty seconds. Blurting out inappropriate shit before thinking it through.

She’s beautiful and funny and watching me—waiting. Waiting for me to kiss her, apparently.

I want to.

Of course, I fucking do.

What idiot wouldn’t? I’ve been called an idiot more times than I can count, so the last thing I want to do is fuck this whole thing up.

My thumbs stroke Hannah’s smooth cheeks, brushing against her bottom lip. “These are as smooth as a baby’s bottom.”

“Oh my god, shut up.”

“I’m just saying. I would know, I’ve changed plenty of diapers.”

Lilly’s diapers full of baby shit, as a matter of fact. Hundreds of diapers while Annabelle attended class.

Grinning, I lean forward, resting my mouth on Hannah’s full one. Press gently until her lips part and she slides her tongue into my mouth.

We stand in her kitchen, not quite making-out. In an odd way, it’s more gentle than that? Every so often, Hannah pulls back to get a look at my face, eyes raking over my features, fingers grazing my eyebrows. Trail down the bridge of my nose. Run through my hair before kissing me again, a little moan escaping her throat.

She’s almost as tall as I am, even without shoes, her hands lowering from my face, to my waist. Sliding them around my hips, I yelp a little when her fingers squeeze my ass cheeks.

Hannah’s breasts are pressed against my chest, nipples hard—I can feel them through the thin fabric of her athletic top. And, since her hands are on my rear, I decide to do a little exploring of my own, hands roaming down her back. Fingers pressing into her spine along the way, firmly following the dip, landing on her butt.

Her pants are as blessedly thin as her shirt, made for working out and not foreplay—but also kind of perfect for it. The fabric is practically jammed up her crack and I’d bet she has camel toe, too, if I looked down her body. Or felt between her legs.

You won’t hear me complaining.

We’re still in her kitchen when the lights of a car pull into the short driveway, lighting up the room even more, causing Hannah’s head to snap up, lips swollen. Eyes slightly glassy.

“Shit. That’s Skylar and Abe.” She grapples for my hand and pulls me toward the hallway. It’s only about ten feet long with three doors; two bedrooms and a bathroom. She drags me through a door on the left, closing it behind us. Locks it. Flips on a dim light. “Is this okay?” She moves to the window and closes the blinds. “She’ll know I’m home, I just…I want to be alone with you and we’ll just end up sitting in the kitchen talking for another hour.”

“You want to be alone with me? To do what?” I plop down on the edge of her bed, leaning back on my elbows, looking up at her.

When I spread my legs, Hannah comes and stands in the center of them, hands finding my shoulder blades and presses down.

I’m lower than she is, so she has to bend at the waist to kiss me; leans in, torso once again pressed against mine. Somewhere in the recesses of the house, a door opens, followed by a male and female voice. Laughter. Car keys hitting the table. More laughing.

I hear the refrigerator door being opened and closed, then hushed voices coming toward the hall.

A soft rap on Hannah’s door has us both frozen on the bed.

“Hannah, you home?”

“Yeah.” Hannah squeaks, still unmoving.

There’s a pause. “Are you…alone?”

“Um.” Pause. “No?”

A low chuckle accompanies a low, “That’s what I thought.” Her roommate sounds good natured and adorable. “Okay, well, I’m home and Abe is with me. We’re going to my room, I just wanted to check on you.”

Hannah clears her throat, smiling down at me. “I’m good.”

“Good night.” Still, her roommate hasn’t moved away from the door. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Hannah rolls her eyes, whispering, “She wouldn’t do shit—she’s so conservative; totally not the kind to kiss on the first date.”

Nothing wrong with that.

“I heard that, Hannah Banana, and for your information, I kissed Abe on our first date.”

Hannah lifts her head and glares toward the door. “Yeah, but you were flirting with him way before that.”

“So? First date is still a first date and we made out. And some other stuff.”

Other stuff? Her roommate does sound conservative if she can’t even use actual sex references. All that happened when she said stuff is make me think butt stuff, fingering and grab-ass for some reason. Sue me for being a pervert, okay?

Then. “You need condoms?”

“Go away Skylar.”

“You know, I’ve waited a long time for this.” Skylar is deep in thought; I can almost hear her wheels spinning from here. “You’re always the one embarrassing me. Does your little friend in there know you wet the bed in fifth grade after we went to see IT at the theater?”

“Oh my god, Skylar, I swear to God…”

“Tsk, tsk—you shouldn’t swear to God, your mama wouldn’t approve.” It sounds like she’s studying her nails. “Have you been to church lately?”

“Go away,” Hannah tries again, adding, “Please.”

“Ugh, fine—since you asked nice and said please. But I expect a full report in the morning.” She pauses again, feet shuffling. “Hey, but be careful with that headboard, it’s not attached to anything.”

Wow. Girls are fucking savage even well behaved ones like her roommate is rumored to be.

Once the sounds of their footsteps are gone and Skylar’s own bedroom door clicks closed, Hannah lets out a breath. A sigh of relief, the pent of tension from her roommate’s teasing leaving her body.