10
"You are late," Emmett jokes, snatching a glass out of my hand.
"I'm always late."
You're gentler in your approach. Your fingers caress my hand, and it feels like I just got the wind knocked out of me.
"Thanks, Lovely."
I watch the way the muscles in your throat move as you drain your glass, and suddenly, I feel like I need something to drink.
My quad looks a little different today. The purple camo is actually mud-free for once.
"I hosed her off so Edward could get a good look," Emmett explains.
I turn to you and hope for the best. "So what's the verdict?"
"You just needed a new battery. I had a spare lying around and brought it, just in case." You lean over and start my quad effortlessly.
Your ass is encased in a pair of dark denim jeans, and my once dry mouth waters.
"Thank you so much, Edward."
Emmett scoffs, and I flip him off behind your back.
You insist it was nothing and refuse my offer to pay you for the battery. Instead, you tell me I now owe you a favor. I sincerely hope it's a sexual favor.
Rosalie calls for Emmett, and he disappears, leaving the two of us alone.
"I had a lot of fun last night. Thanks for sharing your beer, for letting me tag along, and for letting me drive your beast. Especially after I sank it."
You reach out and brush my bangs out of my eyes before dropping your hand back to your side. "I should be the one thanking you. I was about to head home when I saw you sitting alone at the bonfire. I had a great time."
You rub your thumb across your bottom lip, and my eyes zero in on the movement. I step toward you to give in and do what I've wanted to do to you for ages when Rosalie yells my name, effectively ruining the mood.
I think you would have let me kiss you.
