Mila
Time lost all meaning as Lucas and I kissed. The steamy warmth of his mouth on mine, the sublime taste of his kiss, and the high from honest-to-goodness laughter, overcame me. I let myself go, swept along in the blistering currents of a heart-shaped sea.
We came up for air at last, eyes meeting in a smoldering, shared gaze. Movement caused my eyes to dart over his shoulder. A gasp erupted from my wide open mouth when I saw who had happened by.
“Oliver?"
My blurted comment spurred Lucas to turn about on his arcade motorbike. He jutted his chin up at Oliver.
“The man, the myth, the legend! Oliver, how's it going my man?"
I covered my face with my hands, though my fingers splayed so I could see between them.
If I could die of cringe, this level of awkwardness would surely do me in
