“I had to witness Mr. and Mrs. Gravinsky both try to limbo,” I tell him with a scowl, “I was definitely dying, okay?”
He laughs, slipping his arms around my waist. “That does sound pretty bad.”
“It was horrible,” I grumble, letting my hands latch behind the back of his neck. “Plus, Mrs. Penning kept glaring at me! I don’t get it! I’m always nice to her, you know that, but it’s like she can’t stand the sight of me!” I roll my eyes, feeling annoyed all over again. “And then, to make things even worse, some kid almost spilled his macaroni salad on my new shirt.”
Sure, it’s just a plain dark gray shirt, but STILL.
“Hmm,” he hums, his thumbs brushing against my back, “well then, it’s a good thing I got here before anything else happened.”
Knowing what’s coming next, I lean in closer to him. “It’s a very good thing.”
“A very good thing, huh?” he murmurs, dipping his head down toward me. “And to think that you used to hate having me around.”
His cool breath caresses my skin as he places a kiss to my forehead. Then to my jawline. Then to my neck…
What were we talking about again?
Who cares?
I’m just wondering how long it’s going to take for him to actually kiss me.
I get my answer a second later.
Brayden’s lips capture mine in a gentle, yet firm way—and I kiss him back, embracing the familiar chills that race through me whenever we kiss. I let my fingers lazily rake through his soft hair, and he holds me tighter as the kiss deepens.
Let it be known right now: I will never get tired of kissing this guy.
We continue to kiss for another minute or two, and then Brayden pulls away to rest his forehead against mine. “Too bad we can’t just stay in here for the rest of the barbecue.”
“Mmm…” I slide my hands down his toned arms. “Well, maybe we can.”
I sure as heck wouldn’t mind trying, that’s for sure.
“Megan!” I hear Dad call from the other side of the house. “Your Mom is asking about some chips? Can you get that? I only came inside to grab my binoculars because there’s a…”
The rest of his words fade out—followed by the sound of the back door opening and then closing—but clearly, he saw some kind of bird outside and now wants a closer look at it before it flies off.
Typical Dad.
“There’s always later,” Brayden says with a sigh, his arms leaving my waist as he takes a step back, “unless you already have plans for tonight.”
“I have zero plans for tonight,” I tell him as he opens the bag of chips. “I’d probably just be hanging out with Lora, but she’s going to go see a movie with Holt, so I am completely available to spend some time with my man.”
His lopsided grin appears as he starts to pour the chips into the bowl, and I can’t stop myself from reaching up to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Have I told you lately that I’m really glad you moved back here?”
He squints an eye, as if trying to remember. “Nope, I don’t think so.”
“Well,” I drawl, slipping my arms around his left arm, “I’m really glad you moved back here, Brayden Knight.”
He kisses my forehead once again, letting out a content sigh. “So am I.”
Author’s Note
Well, here we are. My Dilemma is done, and you’ve finally been able to read Megan and Brayden’s story. Writing this book was such a crazy ride, and there were so many times when I thought that I’d never finish it, but God is good! He’s blessed me with loving/supportive family, friends, and readers. Y’all are the reason I pushed through despite all my doubts!! *virtual hugsssss*
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