A brand new romance in Devney Perry’s delightful Lark Cove series is coming next week, and I have a little sneak peek for you. The story of a shy young woman crushing for nearly a decade on a man who never even noticed her, until one night he does…but then he doesn’t remember any of it the next day…
I could kiss him. I bet he’d really be surprised if I swung up and straddled his lap. Except in this dress, there’d be no swinging or straddling. And dress issues aside, I probably wouldn’t have done it anyway.
“I can hear the gears turning, Willa. What’s going on in your mind?”
“Nothing.” I stared at my lap. “I, um . . .”
Be bold. For once in your life, be bold.
I took a deep breath, then blurted, “Doyouwannastaythenight?”
“Say that again?”
My eyes squeezed shut. The courage I’d scraped together to say it once had nearly wiped out my reserves, but I summoned just a smidge more. “Do you want to stay the night?”
My eyes flew open as I looked up at him, astonished. “Really?”
“Yes, but I’m not going to.”
“Oh.” I wanted to crawl under the couch cushions and hide. “Okay.”
“We need to talk about a few things first.” He angled his body on the sofa, turning my way. When I didn’t move or look away from my lap, he put his hands on my shoulders, gently twisting them sideways.
I still didn’t budge.
“Work with me here, babe.”
No one had ever called me babe before, and I always thought men used it when they couldn’t remember a woman’s name.
“I don’t know if I like being called babe.”
Jackson laughed, shaking his head. “Then I’ll think of something else. Now will you spin this way and look at me? Please?”
I sighed and turned, reluctantly lifting my eyes to meet his.
“You’re the best kiss I’ve had in my life.”
Me? I was a good kisser? “No way.”
“Yes, way. And that tells me that everything else we do is going to be off the charts. But I messed up your first kiss. I’m not going to mess up the rest. If I stay tonight, I doubt I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
There was so much running through my mind it nearly exploded. So I began processing his speech one piece at a time, starting at the beginning.
I was a good kisser? I was a good kisser. No, the best. My inner diva was about the size of a gummy bear, but she was standing tall tonight, giving me a burst of confidence.