“Found it!” I get up on my feet, triumphantly holding up a black, baggy T-shirt.

Celeste scoffs. “How big do you think I am?”

I hear her get up from Clementine and move toward me, but I don’t realize how close she is until I accidentally back into her.

“Whoa there,” she says, gently placing her hands on my arms to steady me. This is the second time today that she’s touched me, and unfortunately, I still can’t get enough.

I’ve never in my life been gladder to be wearing long sleeves, because the heat from her body is enough for my breath to catch. If we were skin to skin, I’d probably combust. Every cell in my body is aching to close the distance between us. Even though we did technically kiss back at the pub, I was too drunk to remember much of it. I want to remember this time, to fully feel every minute sensation of her lips on mine.

Snap out of it! I mentally reprimand myself.

I shove the shirt in her direction so it comes in between our bodies.

“Here,” I say. “I figured you’d want a shirt you can wear without a bra, since the coffee got on it, too.”

I was so one-track minded in my attentiveness that I’m wholly unprepared for how awkwardly my words hang in the space between us.

Finally, Celeste raises an eyebrow. “Oh, so you were looking at my bra?” she asks, her voice low and quiet.

She gets an intense look in her eyes, as if she’s stripping me in her thoughts.

“It was kind of unavoidable,” I explain. “The coffee did soak through your shirt.”

Celeste makes a low humming sound, and my eyes drop down to her red lips. My breath hitches, and Celeste’s eyes briefly flutter closed.

“Gem,” she says.

Almost instinctively, I lean forward.

And then she’s kissing me, rough and hard. She tosses the shirt I gave her onto Clementine before pushing me against the wall, resting an arm in a protective arch above my head. A small moan escapes from my mouth as our tongues entangle with one another, and at the sound, her eyes flutter closed with pleasure before she cups my chin with her other hand, angling my face so her tongue can press in deeper.

We stop briefly to catch our breaths before she pulls me to Clementine so we both end up on the couch, with me straddling her between my legs as we resume making out.

I unbutton the still stained but now mostly dry shirt of hers, the thing that got us into this mess in the first place. With a frustrated growl, I fling it to the ground.