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.