An all-new sexy, second chance romance is out now from author Amie Knight, and I have an excerpt for you.
When we got home, it was already dark out. I stepped up onto my porch feeling differently—strung tight like a rubber band about to snap. He’d been too quiet, too reserved tonight. It made that moment right then feel momentous, important. When I looked back at Luk standing down on the sidewalk in front of my porch it felt like there was an electricity in the air I’d never experienced before. My skin felt tight. My body felt restless and the little hairs on every surface of my skin stood up.
A lightning bug flew past his head and I smiled uncomfortably. Anything to make this feeling stop. Or to keep it forever. I couldn’t decide which was worse. Never having this feeling again or feeling it every day for the rest of my life. It was too much, this buzzing under my skin as I looked down at him, this desperate pressure on my chest to say something big.
Running a hand through his gorgeous curls, he choked out desperately, “Scarlett.” His face looked pained and I panicked.
I took one step down the porch, my foot hitting the wood a thud that seemed ominous. “What’s wrong?”
He looked past me, staring at my front door in thought, his eyes too serious. He drew that plump bottom lip I dreamed about at night into his mouth in thought before releasing it.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back to the sky and let out a deep sigh. “Fuck,” he said to that sky like it had done something horrible to him.
Worried, I came down the last three steps quickly and stood in front of him, my heart beating out of my chest. He was wearing a blue and white plaid flannel over a bright white T-shirt and I pulled at the lapels of that shirt, begging him to look at me.
“What’s going on, Mister Quarterback?” I didn’t normally touch him like this, so unabashedly. But he didn’t normally look this upset either.
Taking a long breath in, his head lowered slowly until his emotional eyes crashed into mine.
I clung to those eyes while my hands clung to his shirt as he raised his hand to my face and placed his palm lovingly to my cheek.
Oh, God. What was happening? My eyes slipped closed as he stepped in and the scent that was purely Lukas washed over me. His palm was warm against my face and I leaned into it, thinking maybe he’d never touch me like this, beyond thankful for this singular moment.
A cool forehead pressed against mine and our breaths mingled. But I kept my eyes closed, thinking I was probably dreaming because this couldn’t be real. Lukas only liked Scarlett Knox on a platonic level, never as more. He’d never hinted. Never touched me. And definitely never cradled my face tenderly or laid his forehead to mine.
Except he was. Right now. God, how I hoped I would never wake up in that moment. My hands fisted the front of his shirt. I never wanted to let go. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.
“I wanna call dibs. So bad,” he whispered almost against my lips and my knees trembled.
He wanted to call dibs, but there were no Skittles to be seen. No candy, no food, no remote control that he’d taken from me too many times to count over the last few months. My voice quivered. “On what?”
But I knew. I knew what he was saying and it was too good to be true. And too late. Way. Too. Late.
“You.” His voice sounded as tortured as my heart felt. His thumb rubbed my chin. His eyes held me captive. “I wanna call dibs on you, Red.”
His other hand came up until it cradled the other side of my face and all of a sudden I was enveloped in him. Just him and the most romantic moment of my life. His hands on my cheeks, his body close to mine, my hands clinging to him for dear life. Because this was it. It was the moment every girl who’d ever liked a boy ever wished for.
His nose brushed the side of mine, the stubble on his face scratching me, making me shiver even though I was pretty sure I was the hottest I’d ever been.
He didn’t ask to take my first kiss. I didn’t expect he would and I would’ve said a thousand yeses anyway. So, when he leaned in and pressed his warm lips to mine, I exhaled slowly. And he breathed in, sucking that very oxygen into his lungs like it was everything to him.
He didn’t take it further. He just held my face like I was something special and kissed my lips chastely, his soft lips pressed to the heat of mine. It was how a girl’s first kiss should be. Romantic. Devastating. Sweet.