“I’d love to go on a date with you,” she finishes. Oh, thank God. I hold her face in my hands, brushing my nose with hers, my parted lips mere inches away from slanting over her pretty mouth. Our breaths mingle, and I can smell the mintiness on her tongue, like she’d popped a piece of gum halfway through the game. I want to kiss her. And judging by the heavy pants racking her chest, I know she wants this just as badly as I do. But my self-restraint must be at an all-time high because I don’t kiss her. I pull away the minute she leans in, and it’s not because I want to be a tease. It’s
...more
