The Bride Test (The Kiss Quotient, #2)

by Helen Hoang

Instead of getting upset like she thought he would, he smiled, flashing those dimples at her, and warmth flooded her heart. He didn’t mind getting caught kissing her. “Young ones, ha?” one of his aunts commented, and the others tittered into their hands like schoolgirls. “These two kids.” Cô Nga tried to sound stern, but she couldn’t keep a smile off her face. “Go home already. People will see you.” She dug through her granddaddy-sized purse until she came up with a tissue and handed it to Esme. Then she dragged the aunts off. As soon as the front doors swayed shut, Esme lifted the tissue toward Khải’s mouth, but he dodged it and kissed her again, a slow, thorough press of lips to lips. The tissue bunched up in her hand, forgotten, as he threaded his fingers into her hair and tipped her head back so he could kiss her deeper. A throat cleared. But this time, when Esme tried to wrench herself away, Khải’s arms wrapped around her and held her close. She looked over her shoulder and found Quân watching them with his arms crossed and a big grin on his face. “The older folks are starting to leave,” Quân said. “You guys might wanna ... take this somewhere else. You know, so you don’t give them heart attacks.” Khải looked from his brother to Esme and loosened his hold on her somewhat. “Do you want to go with me ... or stay?” “I want to be with you,” she whispered. That beautiful smile spread over his face again. “Let’s go, then.”