“You know what? I’m done.” Bree stomped through the golf course with Craig hot on her four-inch heels.
“Bree, you can’t be serious.”
“Oh, but I am, buddy. I’m done.”
He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. He smiled down at her since he had a lot of inches on her, even with her in heels.
“Are you usually this fierce?”
She looked from his full lips to his smiling eyes. “Whatever. Craig, I don’t think—”
He leaned in and kissed her mid-sentence. His lips coaxed her to open up for him, and when she did, he turned his head and their teeth clanked together.
“Oomph,” she said.
Craig cleared his throat and said, “Sorry.”
“I’m sorry, too.”
He leaned in for a second round. But all she could think of was how she would see him at school on Monday. And how she would have to act normal.
They went from a kiss without a spark in the classroom, to a kiss that sparked because their teeth ground against each other. She giggled against his mouth.
“What is it?” Craig said.
“I’m sorry, Craig. It’s not you, it’s me.”
“Well, that’s not very original of you, Bree.” Craig said with a wry smile.
“I’m sorry.”
“You keep saying that.” He chuckled.
She smiled and took a step back.
“Yeah, I know. Don’t mean to.”
“Is it that guy you were talking about earlier?”
“Hey, are you two done here?” A teenage boy said as he walked up to them next to the tee.
“Sure, buddy,” Craig said.
The teenager scoffed and said, “Thanks,buddy.”
Bree took Craig by the arm and led them to the terrace in the center of the golf course.
“You know I’ll still wait for you, Bree.”
She halted mid-step and shook her head. She pulled her arm from his. “No, please don’t wait on me. I know my head is not here tonight. But even withouthimin the back of my mind, I think we’re better of as friends.”
“But—”
She pressed her lips against his.
“See?” she whispered. “Nothing… It’s like kissing a dead fish.”
He jerked from her and she laughed at his surprised expression.