“We’re closed. Did you not read the sign?” I turn back and face the bookshelves, giving him my back—exactly what he deserves.
“Is that the way you greet all your customers? It’s a touchy time for bookstores these days. You would think you should be welcoming me.”
“We do just fine, thank you very much.”
“So, you have money?”
“I do.” I turn my head and smile at him.
“So why don’t you buy Lucas out, then?” he questions.
“Because he’s a great business partner,” I argue. I haven’t really thought of changing things because I’m happy with the way they are. I’m even planning on hiring someone else to give me more time off.
“We should kiss.”
My hand pauses on a book that is full of stories about single dads finding love. I focus on the cover as I think over what he’s just proposed. How do I answer that?
“Adora.”
Upon taking a deep breath, I slide the book in its place and turn to face him. “You should read a book,” I tell him.
What was that? I’m not sure why I even said it. But it was better than telling him to get fucked. I’m not going to lie, I want to know what he kisses like, but am I ready for that?
“We have to kiss on our wedding day. Would you rather not get our first one out of the way beforehand?”
He has a valid point, but…
“No, thank you,” I manage to say but don’t fully mean it. “I don’t plan to kiss you on that day either.”
“You have to,” he replies. “We’re marrying in a church, and you will kiss me.”
He’s right, I know he is, but I still want to argue the point with him.
“I can’t. Sorry, I’m busy.”
He takes two large steps until he is in front of me, then his calloused hand grasps my chin and lifts it.
I let him, watching in fascination. I’m stuck in a moment of time where I am contemplating the whole should-I-or-shouldn’t-I dilemma.
As he leans in, his lips coming closer, now would be the perfect time to stop him.
To tell him to fuck off, to not kiss me because I don’t want him.
However, that’s a lie.
We all know it.
I want to know what it’s like to kiss him.
If you had asked me that question over a week ago, I would have told you quite the opposite.
This is not instalove.
Hell, I don’t even know if I actually like the man.
But that doesn’t mean his lips aren’t full enough that I haven’t dreamed about how they would feel on my lips and how they would feel everywhere.
I’m a kisser.