Choosing You
Planting a kiss near her ear lobe, I whisper, “But I like Mr. Cocky. Now all you have to do is squeeze the word, big, in there and I think you’re onto something.”
“Ethan,” she warns, but she already knows I can’t help it. I steal another kiss, that goes on a lot longer than it should.
“Okay,” Sabrina says. “That’s enough of that. We have company.”
We pull apart as Jordan approaches. “Hey guys, what’s going on?”
He leans in, kissing Sabrina, before dropping into the seat beside her.
“Oh nothing,” she says. “These two were just grossing me out.”
“Still? I would’ve thought they got it all out of their system,” Jordan says.