9. Millie
CHAPTER 9
Millie
I have to admit, it was nicer than I thought it would be to be outside with Will. We haven’t spent a lot of time together over the past few years, and I miss it.
“Okay, so, we need to talk about boundaries and rules for whatever this is,” I say once Will pulls onto the main road to take me to Rose that’s not it. I don’t want him to know how much his words affect me.
“Don’t worry, Will. I can handle a little fake PDA,” I say.
He chuckles, his eyes flicking to the side, then tugs me hard, until I’m sitting next to him.
My heart races from the close proximity, and if it wasn’t for his hand still wrapped around my wrist, I would try to make an escape.
“What are you?—”
“People are watching,” Will whispers, his eyes not leaving mine.
“Okay? So?” I don’t understand why that requires me to be next to him.
“We might need some of that PDA, Rose.” He shows off his dimples with a smirk. “We are dating after all.”
“Are you saying this so I’ll kiss you?”
“And if I was?” Will asks.
My body is betraying me as my heart pounds. Of course I want to kiss Will.
“Better decide if you can handle it, Rose. Because I can handle it.” He’s baiting me, I know that, but I don’t like to lose.
I grumble, “Don’t get used to this,” before proceeding to tug at his shirt to pull his lips to mine.
When I initiated this kiss, I assumed it’d be a small peck, a few seconds at most.
Except he had to go and slide his hand away from my wrist to the small part of my lower back and pull me a few inches closer until our chests were touching. I resist the urge to climb onto his lap, to deepen the kiss more than we can right now.
My fingers roam until I find a tuft of his hair, and I tug.
Will moans as his tongue nudges my lips before pushing through.
I could kiss this man all day. He’s always been a safe haven for me, even when I was angry with him. There was never a time where he wouldn’t answer my call, regardless of the hour of day.
“Fuck, Millie,” he says when our kiss ends, resting his forehead on mine. “Kissing you is my kryptonite. ”
I don’t say anything even though I agree with him. Instead, I scoot out of the truck, waving to the slew of people trying to look like they weren’t watching us make out.
That’s one way to show the town we’re together.