Sam couldn’t stop kissing Bonnie. He’d thought about doing this very thing for months and months. So long. Too long. He hadn’t come to her house tonight to kiss her, but he wasn’t sorry about it either.
Definitely not sorry about it. His lips felt bruised from how long the kiss went on, and he eventually moved his mouth to her throat and whispered, “I’m so sorry, Bonnie.”
“I know you are.” The breathless quality of her voice and the way she gripped his shoulders with both hands drove his pulse toward the stars.
Her boyfriend barked, which brought Sam back to reality. He withdrew his lips from her skin but kept his arms around her. She’d dropped his cowboy hat at some point and he didn’t even care. He gazed down at Bonnie with such affection roaring through him that he didn’t know how to
