Epilogue
Friday, two weeks later, Vee and I stumbled into The Broken Brick Bar, bubbly and giggling like two teenage girls who’d just been kissed by the boy—or girl—of their dreams. His hand held mine in a crushing grip and all I wanted was to kiss him until my lips were raw and puffy, but we’d agreed to stop by the bar before we went home and proceeded with the plan.
My usual corner at the bar was free and I pulled him over to it. Benji acknowledged us with a wink and I decided to start the kissing early while we waited to be served. I cupped Vee’s cheek, turned his head toward me, and licked my lips. Fluttering my tongue, making sure to get them all wet and glistening.
He whimpered. I smiled. He cradled the back of my neck and pulled me closer and pressed his mouth against mine. Warmt
