The toes of my shoes hit his now as I grab his hips and look him in the eyes. “No, it won’t be. It’s going to be okay though.” I lie because I don’t feel like it will be. Maybe I should just stay. I can’t imagine leaving him. I don’t know how.

His hand moves to the back of my head, and his forehead rests against mine. “You can’t stay for me.”

Damn, can everyone read my mind? “I want to.”

His skin slides against mine as he nods. “I know. At least we have now.” His lips press against mine carefully, and I know we shouldn’t do this here. We should go back to my house. But right now, I feel needy and desperate, so I grip his shirt and pull him into a heated kiss, our mouths colliding as his back hits the post.

Our hands are groping, touching as much of each other as we can as I explore his mouth, rocking and rutting together against the fence post. I’m hungry for him. The heat coming from his body, despite the cool weather, makes me want to strip him naked.

But then, to my absolute horror, I hear a loud gasp coming from behind me. “Oh, my fucking God. What the hell?”

No. No. No.

Kingston’s entire body goes rigid, and we don’t move. We stay frozen there, our bodies connected, and our lips still touching. Like if we stay still, maybe she’s not really here. Maybe she didn’t see anything.

“Kingston? Oh my God. You’re fucking Camden?”

Shit. Kennedy. My hand is shaking as I slowly drop it from his shirt and turn around to see Kennedy standing there, her jaw dropped and fire in her eyes. I turn to look at Kingston, who’s still frozen, his face so damn terrified I could throw up from causing him that sort of pain. That traumatic sort of terror.

“Kennedy . . .” I start toward her, one hand up as if to calm a wild animal, which is kind of what she looks like right now.

She looks panicked as she steps back. “Don’t talk to me. Oh my God. You’ve been fucking him? No wonder you wanted me out of the picture. You’re disgusting.”

I try not to flinch. “No. I haven’t.”

“What the hell was that?” She waves her hand rapidly. “I saw you two. I saw you kissing each other. Groping. Oh my God.”

“Stop,” I say calmly, but she’s pacing now.

“This is why you dumped me?” She’s looking at Kingston now, who’s still just standing there. His face is pale, and he looks like he may be sick. “Answer me! Were you cheating on me . . . with . . . with . . . Oh my God. You’re with a guy?”