Page 38 of All Bats are Off
He smiled then leaned in and kissed me, soft and slow. There was nothing urgent about this. Instead, we kissed like we had all the time in the world. Like we weren’t in my childhood bedroom with the creaky floorboards and the slightly-too-small bed, but somewhere entirely our own—somewhere only we could go.
When we broke apart, I let myself sink back into the pillows, Tucker following me down, curling around me like we belonged there. Like we always had.
“Don’t you think it’s time you tell me more about your family?” I spoke into the quiet room, illuminated only by a nightlight—a baseball, of course. “You know, since you’ve met mine.”
Tucker’s chest rumbled against my back, his arm draped heavy and warm across my waist. “On one condition.”
I craned my neck slightly, just enough to catch the curve of his grin in the faint light. “Name it.”
“One kiss per question,” he proposed, voice low and smug.
I snorted. “That’s extortion.”
“No,” he corrected, already leaning in. “That’s love.”
This time when he kissed me—soft and smiling with his hand sliding up under the hem of my T-shirt—I decided I didn’t really need all the answers. Not now, at least.
Tonight, I’d happily keep paying the price.
Over and over and over again.
