If There’s No Tomorrow. Jennifer L. Armentrout

walk to the docks.”

      “Oh, come on.” I started to step back, needing the space before I did something incredibly stupid, like, say, stretching up, grabbing his cheeks and bringing his mouth to mine.

      Then Sebastian smiled. It was his only warning.

      He dipped slightly, hooked his arm behind my knees, and a second later I was up in the air, my stomach folding over his shoulders. His arm clamped down over my hips, holding me in place.

      Shrieking, I grabbed the back of his shirt. “What are you doing?”

      “Helping you get to the docks.”

      “Oh my God!” I yelled, clasping the back of his shirt. My hair fell forward like a thick curtain. “I can walk on my own!”

      He pivoted around and started walking. “I don’t know about that.”

      “Sebastian!”

      “If you were to fall and get hurt, I would never forgive myself.” He stepped over a fallen tree limb. “And then your mom would be upset with me. Your sister would have to come home, and she actually scares me.”

      “What?” I shrieked, smacking his back with my fist. “Why does Lori scare you?”

      He picked up his pace, taking long, unnecessary steps that caused me to bounce. “She’s intense. Her glare alone can shrivel up parts of me I prefer not to be shriveled.”

      I lifted my head. I could barely see the Jeep anymore. I slammed my fist into his kidney, causing him to grunt, and he returned the gesture by putting an extra little hop in his step.

      “That wasn’t nice.”

      “I’m going to physically hurt you.”

      “You’d do no such thing.”

      Shade gave way to sunlight and the rocky dirt and broken twigs turned to grass. The scent of wet soil grew stronger. “You can put me down now.”

      “Just one more second.”

      “What—”

      Suddenly he threw his other arm out and spun around as he belted out, “I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky—”

      “Oh my God!” A laugh burst out of me even though there was a good chance I was going to puke all over his back.

      “I think about it night and day!”

      “You’re so stupid!” I choked out another laugh. “What is wrong with you?”

      “Spread my wings and something, something away!” He stopped suddenly, and I slid off his shoulder. With impressive ease, he caught me, pulling me down the front—the entire front—of his body.

      I wobbled backward and plopped down in the plush grass, planting my hands in the warm blades. “You...you are not right.”

      “I think I’m pretty amazing.” He dropped down beside me. “Not everyone gets to hear my hidden talent.”

      “Talent?” I gasped, looking over at him. “You sounded like a polar bear getting murdered.”

      He threw his head back and laughed so hard his baseball cap fell off. “You’re just jealous you don’t have the voice of an angel.”

      “You’re delusional!” I swung my arm out.

      He was wicked fast, catching my wrist effortlessly. “No hitting. Jesus. You’re like a five-year-old.”

      “I’ll show you a five-year-old!” I tried to yank my arm free, but he pulled forward at the same time, and I was off balance. Somehow, and I don’t know and would never understand how, I ended up half on top of him, half on the grass. My legs tangled with his, I was nearly in his lap, and we were eye to eye.

      Except he wasn’t staring at my eyes.

      At least it didn’t seem that way. It felt like his gaze was focused on my mouth, and my stomach hollowed. Time seemed to stop and I became aware of every part of him that was touching me. His arm still circled around my waist, and his hard thigh pressed against mine. His thin shirt was under my palm, and I felt his hard chest under that.

      “I’m delusional?” he asked, voice raspy.

      I shivered. “Yes.”

      He lifted his hand, and I held my breath as he caught the hair in my face and carefully, so gently, brushed it back from my face. He left his hand curled around the nape of my neck.

      Seconds passed, only a few heartbeats, and he made a sound I’d never heard before. It was raspy and low and seemed to come from deep within him. And I was moving without thinking, lowering my head, my mouth...

      And I kissed Sebastian.

       CHAPTER SIX

      The kiss was so light, like a whisper against the lips, I almost didn’t believe it had happened, but it had, and his arm was still around me, his hand still on the nape of my neck, tugging on the strands of my hair.

      His mouth was still close to mine, so close I could feel every breath he took against my lips, and I wasn’t sure I was breathing, but my pulse was thrumming wildly. I wanted to kiss him again. I wanted him to kiss me back. That was all I ever wanted. But surprise held me immobile.

      Sebastian’s head tilted to the side and his nose brushed mine, and I knew I was breathing then, because I sucked in a shallow breath. Was he going to kiss me? Harder this time? Deeper?

      He suddenly jerked his head back, and before I knew what was happening, I was on my butt, in the grass beside him. We weren’t touching anymore. I started to speak, to say what, I don’t know. My brain had completely stopped working.

      And then it struck me—what had happened.

      Sebastian hadn’t kissed me.

      I kissed him.

      I kissed him and...and for the tiniest moment in the history of all histories...I thought he was going to kiss me back. That was how it felt.

      But he hadn’t.

      He’d dumped me onto the grass beside him.

      Oh my God, what had I done?

      My heart lodged somewhere in my throat as a thousand thoughts rushed through me all at once. I opened my mouth even though I had no idea what to say.

      Sebastian jumped to his feet, his face pale and jaw hard. “Hell. I’m sorry.”

      I snapped my mouth shut. Had he just apologized for me kissing him?

      He swiped his hat off the ground and pulled it down on his head. He wasn’t looking at me as he took a step back. “That wasn’t—It wasn’t supposed to happen, right?”

      Slowly, I lifted my gaze to his. Was he seriously asking me that? I had no answer, because it wasn’t like my lips had slipped and fallen on his. Drawing in a shallow, burning breath, I focused on the bright green grass. My fingers curled into the blades as his words sank in.

      A sharp slice of pain lit up the center of my chest, flowing into my stomach like a thick oil spill, coating my insides.

      “I, uh, I forgot I’m supposed to meet up with Coach before dinner,” he said, turning sideways. “We’ve got to head back.”

      That was a lie.

      It had to be.

      He wanted to escape. I wasn’t stupid, but damn, that hurt, because I couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever wanted to run away from