Kenna’s eyes gave a hint of something, just a flicker. “I’m not here for your amusement. Go away.”

“Don’t be like that. Invite me in. We can play Scrabble.”

Her lips pressed into a firm line. “I think my idea of Scrabble and yours are quite different.”

I grinned. Now we were getting somewhere. A little poke here or there, and I might just get some life back into those eyes. “Dirty words are always allowed when I play. Think you can handle that?”

Kenna rolled her eyes. “Why are you so juvenile? I will never understand what Harriet saw in you—”

The spark that lit her eyes finally did it. The damn thing just pulled me right in, and before I could think better of it, my lips met Kenna’s. I stole the second half of her sentence and swallowed it whole, my hand slipping under the bun at the base of her neck and tangling in the loose strands.

Kenna’s lips, soft and warm, parted on a gasp, and my tongue slipped inside. Her taste would forever be burned into my memory. The mint of toothpaste and something…more. Something I wouldn’t have the words to describe even if I were the world’s best poet.

The buzz of my phone in my back pocket had me jerking back. Kenna blinked rapidly as if trying to clear her vision. The knot her hair had been wrapped in had come partially undone, and her cheeks were a shade of pink I’d never seen on her before.

“Shit. I’m so sorry. That’s not—I didn’t come over here to maul you.” I quickly pulled out my phone, wanting to make sure it wasn’t Zoe calling. I scowled at Alicia’s name and shoved the phone back into my pocket. “I really did just want to make sure you were al—”

Kenna cut off my words when she grabbed me by the back of the neck and brought my mouth to hers. She took with abandon, drinking me in. I gave her everything I had until another buzz from my pocket broke the trance yet again.

“Kenna.” I placed my hands on her shoulders. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

She looked up at me, her eyes just a little wild. “I need to feel something. Anything but this numbness.” I couldn’t handle the pain that called out from those wild orbs. But it was her final word that undid me. “Please.”

I brushed the hair that had fallen free from her bun away from her face. “I can make you feel.”

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