"Too bad we don't have a place to be alone."
"There's always the back seat." I was only half kidding, my eyes skipping to the roomy bench seat just a few feet away. Dale followed my gaze, looking tempted, almost as tempted as I was, even if we were parked right in front of the apartment building at one in the morning. The light in our apartment was off, which was a good sign. The stepbeast had probably been drinking all night--typical for a Saturday. Likely he was passed out in the chair. My mother usually just covered him up and left him there until morning.
"Come on." I leaned into him and he slipped his arms around me, our breath so warm on the cool September night it was already fogging the windows. "Let's do it."
He lowered his head to my shoulder, gathering me up even closer, breathing me in again like he did. I loved when he did that.
"No." His voice muffled in the denim of his jacket--I was still wearing it. Then he lifted his head, pressing his forehead to mine. "No backseats for my Cinderella."
"Then one of us has to get a castle before I... die." I took a deep, shaky breath, feeling the heat of his body, the way his hands moved lower on my back, up under the jacket, seeking bare skin. I couldn't stand it anymore. I kept asking myself how I could possibly feel this way, after just a week, but it was a ridiculous question, because I'd fallen in love with Tyler Vincent in an instant. Or... I thought I had.
He chuckled, eyes flashing almost silver in the moonlight. "You won't die."
I lifted my face to his and whispered, "The least you could do is kiss me?"
"Do you want me to?" He traced a finger over my lips, sending a hot rush of blood through me.
"Can't you tell?"
His smile rose up to his eyes slowly, darkening them. "I like to hear you say it."
"Yes." So close. His finger still pressed to my lips. His gaze there too. "Yes, I want you to kiss me."
"Mmm." His finger was wet with my saliva now and he rubbed it against my mouth. "Say it again."
"I want you to kiss me." I groaned.
"Say please," he whispered, his gaze never leaving my mouth.
"Please." My hands moved lightly over his neck and shoulders, broad and strong under my fingers.
"Pretty please," he insisted, a smile playing on his lips.
"Pretty... pretty... pretty please." I leaned nearer with every word, my mouth so close to his either of us could have bridged the gap in an instant.
I heard him swallow. "That was a very pretty please."