Lily?”
She couldn’t see his face, but she knew his eyes were on her. She could feel them.
A beat passed. Then another. He flicked the flashlight on, his eyes zooming in on her mouth. “Don’t suppose you’re scared enough of the dark to leave.”
She shook her head. “I don’t suppose you’re planning on leaving me on my own.”
A smile, then, “You might cheat.” He tugged their linked hands and leaned the slightest bit closer.
“True,” she breathed, mirroring his movement. “I wouldn’t trust you if our roles were reversed.” Inches from his face, she admired the curve of his top lip. “What are you doing, Black?”
“I think,” he whispered back, his warm breath fanning over her lips, “I’m going to have to kiss you, McIntire.

Jessica Lemmon