She walked Steve to his car while her mother rolled up her window. “I can’t thank you enough. I don’t know why—”
He placed a finger on her lips. “We’ll talk later.” He nodded toward the car that still hadn’t left the driveway. “I guess I should say good night like a proper fiancé.”
Before Laurel could finish the word, he drew her close and kissed her, his lips warm on hers. Her blood fired at once, and she wrapped her arms around his neck without thinking, never wanting him to stop. He didn’t. He cradled the back of her head with his hand and used a hand at her waist to draw her closer as he deepened the kiss.
A blast of a car horn broke them apart, and Laurel managed to give a limp wave to her parents as they drove off. She turned back to Steve to find him looking almost as befuddled as she felt.
“Think that convinced them?” he asked, finally, his voice rough.
“I…uh.” Her voice didn’t want to work. Surely, he heard how hard her heart was beating. “Yes.”
He slowly drew his hand away from her waist and let her step back. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay.” Her pulse rapid, she watched him get into his car. He waved before driving off. She released a shuddering breath. She’d dreamed many times of kissing Steve, but reality put those dreams to shame.
Selfishly, she hoped for more before this charade came to end.
And unfortunately, it would end—the moment her parents left town.
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