“People are definitely looking,” she murmurs.
I pull one hand up and shuck her chin back toward me. “Good. Let them look.”
She just blinks at me. And I hate that anyone has ever made her feel like she isn’t worth being seen with. Like she’s some dirty secret to hide.
“They’re going to talk.”
“Then let them talk. You know I don’t give a fuck what people think, Summer. And there is no one I’d rather ruin my reputation with.”
With one hand still gripping her chin, I kiss her.
Fuck these people. Fuck Rob. Fuck her shitty sister. Fuck anyone who would make this woman feel like anything less than she is.
She stiffens at first—shocked—but when her fingers go back to moving in my hair and her lips slide against mine, I know I have her permission to keep going. To keep ruining my reputation, right here and now, with her.
If I were paying attention to anything other than the woman in my arms, I’d hear the hearts of girls breaking and the sound of my brothers whooping and laughing.
But all I hear is the pounding of my heart and the sweet sighing noise Summer makes when my tongue dances with hers.
We stand here. In plain view. Kissing. In the middle of a makeshift dance floor. No doubt raising some eyebrows. Making a statement.
Doing what we want rather than what we should.