“Two,” she says and then laughs, putting her hands to her mouth. “Ten.” She then puts a finger to her lips, telling me to shh. She turns in the seat, and I fasten her seat belt. “I call you Beau Hunk,” she whispers, laughing. “Get it?” I roll my lips. “’Cause your name is Beau, and you’re a hunk.”

“I get it,” I say. “Watch your hand,” I say, turning and shutting the door, then walking around and getting in. I start the truck, and she turns over to me when I back out of the driveway and put the truck in drive.

“Those girls need to get off your dick,” she says, and I almost burst out laughing. “Like we get it, you want his dick, but you need to get off it. I mean, I want his dick, but I’m not on it all the time.” She shakes her head, and my mouth hangs open. “It makes them seem desperate.” She looks over at me. “Doesn’t it?”

“I agree,” I say, and she just looks out the window, not saying another word. We pull up to my house, and she tries to unbuckle her seat belt, but nothing is working, so I lean over and unclip it. “Wait for me,” I say, getting out of the truck and walking around to open her door. She grabs my hands, and we walk up the steps. The sounds of crickets all around. I unlock the door, opening it for her. She steps into the entry, giving me just enough room to walk in. I close the door behind me, and I turn to her. She stands there in the almost dark entryway. “Are you okay?” I ask with my back to the door.

She steps forward, closing the distance between us until our chests are almost touching. My hands go to her hips automatically. “We really should have bet,” she says in almost a whisper.

“What would you have bet?” I ask, my heart speeding up, my fingers gripping her hips just a touch tighter.

“I would have bet you.” Her hands now come up and she plays with the collar to my linen shirt, she comes in just a touch more. “A kiss,” she says it so soft and low I’m not sure I heard her. She leans her body into me, her chest now crushing mine. “One kiss,” she says. “If you would have won, you would have gotten one kiss.” She looks down now at my neck. “But I would be the one winning.”

“Savannah.” I say her name almost in a whisper, and I’m not even sure I should do this. But her here with me is more than I can fight. I’ve been dreaming about this for my whole life. “Savannah.” I say her name again, maybe warning her that I’m about to snap.