Chapter 6
When we finally arrive at the school, I’m reluctant to let him go. I park next to his car and we sit a moment, his hand on mine where it rests on the gear shaft. “I had a great time,” he says.
I feel like I’m gushing when I sigh, “Me too.”
He leans across the front seat and kisses my shoulder, then my cheek, then the tip of my nose. I snicker and turn towards him, lips parted, trying to catch the next kiss. He teases me, brushing over my jaw, my ear, the side of my neck, until he’s smiling at my eagerness. “Greg,” I growl as I catch his chin in my free hand. “Hold still already.”
He does, and this time my mouth meets his in a sweet goodbye kiss. “Call me,” he whispers into me.
“I will,” I promise.
He exits my car and jogs behind it over to his. I wait until he has the engin
