The Anti-Relationship Year (The Pact, #2)

by Katie Wismer

She met his gaze, the blue of his eyes stark in contrast to the smear of mud from his temple to the opposite cheekbone. His lips parted, and she felt herself drawing closer without making the conscious choice to. And then there was no distance left between them at all, and he exhaled against her lips as she brought her mouth to his.

“I’m sorry—I don’t know why I⁠—” He grabbed her face with both hands and crushed his lips to hers.

He whipped back around, and in two long, deliberate steps, he crossed the distance between them and pinned her against the side of her Jeep, his hands in her hair. “I need you to tell me if you want this,” he murmured. “Because I can’t pretend that I don’t anymore.”