8
Kaylee
When I Pitt lowered his head to kiss me, I’d panicked. Thinking he was going to kiss my lips, my body froze, but I didn’t stop him.
“Right now, I just want to be your friend, Kaylee Simpson.”
My body released all the tension that had mounted in it when his lips pressed against my cheek. “Good,” I sighed. I wasn’t ready for anything more than that. “I see you also asked Mr. Dunne what my last name was. Did he give you my social security number, too?”
“Nope, just your last name.” His blue eyes danced as he pulled his head back and looked into my eyes. “Would you like to go back to my place now? We can get to cookin’ those steaks I told you about.”
I nodded, then started climbing down the tree, but I didn’t use the steps I’d nailed to the tree trunk. Grabbing a branch, I swung
