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My cancer had also placed me on the sidelines, and my dad worried it might ruin my high school football chances. I was actually more worried about surviving.
Just as he passed it to me, I felt his warm lips against my cheek, and my whole body buzzed to life. I gasped as if I had been shocked—and maybe I had. He stepped back warily and glanced out the window. Not wanting him to think he’d done something wrong, I leaned forward to swipe my mouth against his cheek too. Except he turned his head right then and I kissed the corner of his lips instead. “Sor…sorry about that.” His face flushed. “I didn’t mind it.”
Henners, You mean a lot to me. I’ll never forget you. It’s been really hard, but you made everything better. I’ll be rooting for you. Good luck. XOXO, Lark
Lark Levitt had survived and then some.
XOXO. Four little letters that likely meant nothing, but ones I’d clung on to for years for no good reason. Or maybe reasons I didn’t want to admit.
To be honest, I sometimes dreamed I was the one wearing the pretty tulle skirt so I could lift onto my toes and spin in the air as the soft fabric swished across my ankles.
As soon as our mouths met in a gentle brush of lips, it was as if the universe had stopped spinning and everything that normally felt wrong inside me clicked into place. This, right here, was everything I’d been missing.
“I knew you’d taste like watermelon.” He smirked. “You mean like Jolly Ranchers?” “Uh-huh,” I murmured, meeting his gaze. “But maybe I need another taste. For research purposes.”
I stood frozen, watching him walk away from me and doing everything in my power to not call out to him and ask him to stay.
“Wanna make you feel good,” I murmured against his mouth. He tightened his hold. “You already do. Just by being here.”
“What do you dream about?” Lark asked. You, I wanted to say but held back because that thought was way too intense.
“Can I put my mouth on you?” “Fucking hell, is that even a real question?”
I had the sensation again that I’d never been kissed that way before. Henry Albrecht would ruin me for other guys, and I was doing nothing to insulate myself. And yet I couldn’t seem to stop.
You’re beautiful. And I wish somehow, some way, that you could be mine. XOXO
“Did you mean what you wrote on the card?” “With all my heart,” I replied without hesitation. Lark sighed dreamily. “I want that too.”
