Page 36 of Sour Notes

“Come on, kids, give us a little kiss, then we’ll leave you to eat in peace.”

Thank you, mother, for your wonderful assistance in clearing this up for us.

Fine. Just one time.

I thread my hand into her hair, tugging it back till our eyes meet, then lean closer to nuzzle the side of her face.

“You sure about this?” I keep my voice low and quiet.

Her hand comes up to cup my jaw, my breath stalling in my lungs as I watch her bring her lips to mine.

We’re doing this?

We’re really about to kiss in front of our families?

My heart races, and a surge of electricity pulses through me, my whole body coming alive when her soft lips brush against mine.

Her eyes flutter closed and I tighten my hand in her hair, tilting her head back and taking control of the kiss.

Her lips feel so good against mine, I can’t help parting them with my tongue, stroking along the length of hers.

She curls her fingers into my T-shirt, so I drop my hands to her hips, sliding her across the chair so she’s as close to me as humanly possible without straddling my lap.

She tastes like sin and bad decisions, and I’m ready to make more.

A cough snaps us out of the moment. My dad chuckles, nodding at Izzy.

Fuuuuuuckkk.

I practically mauled her in front of everyone, including my six-year-old niece.

We separate, and the whole table erupts into cheers. Well, most of the table. The two strangers just sit there, staring at us, which seems a little odd.

Mia’s mom gasps when she notices me staring at them.

“Oh my goodness, how rude of me. Swayze, this is Stavros and Lily. We, uh… invited them to… weeelllll, meet the two of you, actually. They’re both single, and we thought you were both single, so we hoped you might hit it off. I feel a little silly now since this daughter of mine didn’t tell me about the two of you.” She looks sheepishly between the four of us.

What the ever-loving fuck. I know Maria’s been meddling in Mia’s love life but since when does she interfere with mine?

“It’s a real shame.” Stavros, or should I say Scumros, says, trailing his eyes from Mia’s face to her tits.

Instantly, the hairs on the back of my neck prickle, my shoulders tensing.

Fuck no, you don’t. She’s mine.

I wrap an arm around Mia’s neck, tugging her right up against me, glaring hard at the scumbag across from us.

She flashes me an appreciative smile and kisses my cheek, stroking her hand up and down my thigh, each pass relaxing my shoulders a fraction.

She’s good at this girlfriend shit apparently, inherently knowing what to do to calm me down.

Well, parts of me.

The hand-to-thigh proximity might be starting to cause other more pressing issues.

Don’t read into it. This is fake, remember?

The douche tuts, scraping his chair obnoxiously back from the table.