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, āWhat are you doing? Are we going in or just going to stand here all night?ā If he wasnāt feeling mean what was he feeling? Riley wasnāt as easy to figure out as other guys. āIām wondering if I kiss you if somehow your father will know and smite me. Thatās the word, right? Smite? Smited? Smitten?ā 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. āAre you going to kiss me?ā I asked, completely confident he would now, with a little coaxing. āAnd no, you wonāt be smote. My dad is a preacher, not God.ā āSo what if I am going to kiss you? Are you down with that?ā āIām good with it, but I thought you hated me,ā I teased him, leaning on the door frame out of his touch, ...