“Why not?” His breath mingled with hers, and she could detect faint, smoky traces of the barbeque sandwich he’d had for lunch beneath the sweet tang of lemonade.
Suddenly, she didn’t know why not. Leaning ever so slightly forward, she pressed her lips against his, only to have the reins firmly jerked from her hands as he responded, his mouth leaping into action beneath hers. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against his chest, squeezing the breath out of her in a sweet-and-tart rush.
Thanks for stopping by for this Sunday's six. : )