Chapter 3Macaulay didn’t actually wait for twenty minutes. He made it thirteen before he just missed her too much. By then, his erection was no longer bulging against his pants, and he didn’t feel completely overheated and on edge. But he couldn’t believe the last hour had even happened—plucking up the courage to ask her on a date, the revelation she wanted him to kiss her, and that she wanted even more. The moment when he finally got a chance to taste her and discovered her lips were as sweet as they looked.
A single kiss and plans for a date wouldn’t exactly change the world, but Macaulay couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this elated. He felt like his chest was just bursting. He wanted to kiss her again. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to sing. He wanted to sing with her.
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