He turns and stares me straight in the eyes. “I don’t know. I’ve never met her, and I apologize for rushing us out, but…I get uncomfortable sometimes. I need you to believe me.” His expression is pleading, his voice urgent.
I want to trust him, but something feels off. “You’re holding back, Pete. What is it?”
“Nothing. I…” He closes his eyes and shakes his head.
I open the car door and get out. He follows suit. “Gina, wait. Please.”
I turn to him. “Tell me what’s going on. Whatever it is, I can handle—”
But before I can finish my sentence, Pete cups my chin in his hand and presses his lips to mine. His kiss is rough at first, but as it softens, my body melts into his. Something stirs inside—something I haven’t felt in years, maybe ever. I feel lighter, the air feels lighter. The whole
