by Sally Henson
That is, until something warm grazes my mouth.
She tastes like chocolate mint—like her birthday cupcakes—delicious.
I.
Love.
Kissing.
This.
Girl.
Marvin Gaye's tune, “Let's Get It On” blares from her phone. She pulls away, wide-eyed, looking around for the culprit. My chest heaves from the effect her kiss has on me. I must’ve accidentally called her while we were busy locking lips. Instead of explaining, I let her figure out what’s going on.
She picks up her phone, eyebrows fused, and looks at the screen. My face with the fake body is splattered across it.
“You’ve got to be kidding.” The laughter rolls out of her, bringing on a magic laughter coaster with her. “Oh, my gosh, Lane.” More laughter. “Can you imagine the look on my parents’ faces when that goes off? Dad would be like,”—she drops her voice to mimic her dad’s— “Where is that music coming from?”
She has me clenching my gut. This girl.
She keeps it up, “And I'd say, ‘Oh, that's my lover calling me.’” Giggles spill out of her like Champaign over the bottle after the top pops off. “It would almost be worth it.”
Regan’s laughter is the best music to my heart, my soul. It makes me taller, stronger, more than determined to do whatever it takes for us to be together. She has the capability of doing that and more. Captain America? Ha! I’m the whole freaking Marvel team.
“So, that's a no to the ringtone?” I ask, barely able to keep it together.
“It makes me laugh. I might keep it.”
“I’d love it if you kept it, but there are two others you might like. How about Etta James, ‘At Last?’” I sing the first two words of the song.
Her eyes light up. “Ooh, I love Etta James. You might have to keep singing.”
I know she loves Etta James. I love that she loves Etta James. “Or, Chris Lane, ‘Fix.’”
“Mmm, Chris Lane. For now.” She pokes a finger at my gut. “It's more you.”
Her reason cranks my insides. I give her a one-armed hug and kiss her on the cheek before changing the ring tone for her. “Now we can reach each other any time. And you can send me, um, pictures of you.”
She flicks me in the gut.
I laugh, “I'm kidding, I'm kidding.”
She backhands my arm, but I can’t stop my body from shaking. The fire glowing in her eyes right now has been missing.
“That's not funny,” she growls.
By the time I quit laughing, the muscles in my stomach are sore. After a few moments of laying back against the seat, catching my breath and staring out the glass ceiling at the sky, I turn toward Regan. “Serious.” I twirl a piece of her soft hair around my finger. “If you feel like things are falling apart, call me or text me. You won't be alone. You don’t know how much I miss your voice too.” I swallow and fix my eyes on the tiny points of light in the dark sky.
Regan places her hand over mine and murmurs, “I don't want to go through that again.”
“Me either.”
Her hand moves up my arm. I can feel her staring at me. My stomach threatens to take a nosedive. I can’t pretend to ignore this any longer. “Are you checking me out again?” I move my gaze from the stars to the brilliant star next to me.
“Maybe?” Her focused lasers meet mine, but that doesn’t stop her busy hands from causing electric pulses to move through my body.
We’ve been through so much since school started. But this night is about more than each other. A huge grin breaks across my face. “Can I just say, despite your best efforts, I think you've fallen head over heels for your best friend, Regan Leanne Stone.”
“Of course I have. Now shut up and kiss me.” The breathy way she says those words sets off a tiny bomb that cuts loose whatever was holding me back from her.
“Yes, ma’am,” I answer as I free-fall to her lips. Currents snap, pop, and crackle when we meet.
We sink into an I’m-crazy-for-you, make-up-for-lost-time, don't-hurt-me, need-you, more-than-each-other-kiss. Regan tugs me closer, busting down doors, crossing boundaries, blasting way past where we left off.
My heart buzzes.
My body buzzes.
My mind buzzes.
And then her phone buzzes.
Want to turn the page and find out what happens when Regan answers her new phone? Read More Than A Secret, the next book in the More Than Best Friends series.
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Meet Sally
Hi! I’m Sally.
I grew up in the rural Midwest wandering through the woods and creeks of the countryside. Kind of like Regan.