Sweet by Erin McCarthy (Excerpt)
SWEET Excerpt For a few seconds, he just studied me, until I started to get nervous. What was he thinking? I said, “What are you doing? Are we going in or just going to stand here all night?” If he wasn’t feeling mean what was he feeling? Riley wasn’t as easy to figure out as other guys. “I’m wondering if I kiss you if somehow your father will know and smite me. That’s the word, right? Smite? Smited? Smitten?” Smitten? No, that had not just come out of his mouth. But my body started to tingle in anticipation, relief surging through me. He was asking for encouragement. I could do that, no problem, because I most definitely wanted him to kiss me. “Are you going to kiss me?” I asked, completely confident he would now, with a little coaxing. “And no, you won’t be smote. My dad is a preacher, not God.” “So what if I am going to kiss you? Are you down with that?” “I’m good with it, but I thought you hated me,” I teased him, leaning on the door frame out of his touch, ...