Hard by Kathleen Hope

“You can kiss it and make it better,” he said softly.

My gaze dropped to his mouth. It was so tempting and I suddenly wanted to kiss him again. But for real this time. And just to add fuel to the fire, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Slowly, I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his. After a moment, he parted his lips, an invitation for me to explore his mouth, which I took.

Heat instantly suffused my entire body when our tongues touched. The kiss lasted for only a few seconds but I could still feel his lips as we backed away from each other. I watched him unravel the wraps from his hands and then roll them neatly. The scent of his cologne wafted to my nostrils as he passed me to drop the sweaty rolls in my gym bag. He turned to look back at me.

“Are you going to go with me to see Curtis or are you going to practice some more?”

I honestly couldn’t form an answer for him. That brief kiss had me that shaken up. Finally, I shook the fuzz from my brain. “I’ll go with you,” I said. At least I think I said it. I must have said it because he grinned.

“Then you might want to..."