[Wayne]
Her lips were softer than I'd remembered—and softer than I'd let myself imagine, which was a problem, because I'd imagined it more than I wanted to admit.
Kathy's hands fisted in the front of my hoodie, pulling me closer instead of pushing me away, and every rational thought outside this exact moment disappeared.
I kissed her slow at first, careful, giving her every chance to stop this before it went further than either of us had planned for tonight.
She didn't stop it.
If anything, she leaned in harder, one hand sliding up from my chest to curl around the back of my neck, fingers tangling into damp hair still cold from the rain outside. The kiss deepened, her lips parting under mine, and something low in my chest went tight and electric all at once.
"Kathy."
"Don't talk," s
