pumped his eyebrows, looking boyishly adorable.
Luna laughed as she pushed a lock of hair from his forehead. “How about this?” she murmured as she bridged the distance between them and pressed her lips to his. She gave him a long, deep kiss that spiraled desire through her. He pulled back, a grin quirking his lips. “That’s pretty good.”
“Pretty good?” She arched an eyebrow, somewhat offended.
A cocky grin pushed over his lips. “My turn.” He captured her in his arms, his lips crushing hers. Fire raced a hot trail through her veins as she returned the kiss, marveling at how his insistent lips had the power to awaken something so tender and so alive inside her. Her body trembled as she clung to him, her hands moving over the rigid muscles on his back. She loved the warmth of his skin and how it felt against hers, the hardness of his muscles.
A few minutes later, they had to pull apart for air, both breathing hard.
“Hey,” she began. “Remember the time when we were eating dinner, and I realized that you have an aversion to parmesan chicken?” His eyes widened as she rushed on. “Then, we jumped into the water, fully clothed—” she chuckled “—well, at least one of us was.”
Understanding registered on his handsome face. “Ah, I see where this is going. We’re creating new memories.”
“Yep,” she quipped. “And it’s only just beginning,” she said as she moved in for another kiss.
9
“You must be really hungry,” Margot said as she looked disdainfully at Luna’s sausage, egg, and cheese croissant. She began picking at the chicken on her salad, taking a minuscule bite.
“Yep,” Luna said lightly as she took a large bite of her sandwich. It was delicious, the flaky croissant melting in her mouth. Just because Margot was afraid to eat a single carb for fear of gaining an ounce didn’t mean that Luna was. She was going to enjoy every bite of this sandwich, despite Margot’s antics.
Margot leaned forward, her dark eyes sparkling with interest. “So, what’re you wearing to the harvest party tomorrow night?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” Luna answered casually. She had decided, but she didn’t want to tell Margot. Luna didn’t trust Margot any farther than she could throw her. She wouldn’t put it past Margot to try and one-up her. “How about you?”
“I have a couple of options I’m trying to choose from,” she sniffed. Margot’s voice went juicy. “How are things going with the happy couple?”
“Great,” Luna said, sporting a large grin. She could feel the envy lurking beneath Margot’s gooey smile. Guilt picked at Luna. If Grandma Peach were here, she would say that it was bad form for Luna to throw it in Margot’s face that she and Hudson were a couple. Still, it was satisfying to put Margot in her place for once.
“Have you decided on your wedding date?”
Luna chuckled. “Nope. We’re taking things slow.” She could tell that Margot was relieved. It was irritating, how Margot was fishing for information. Every time Luna spent any amount of time around Margot, she was tempted to tell the diva to take a hike. Then, she would remind herself that Margot was Ava’s friend. And, for better or worse, Luna was representing Ava. The only reason Luna had agreed to have lunch with Margot was because Margot kept accusing Luna of avoiding her. “Who’re you bringing to the harvest party? Dustin Lawrence?”
Margot’s expression turned sour. “Not on your life,” she smirked as she stabbed a piece of lettuce with her fork. Her brows tugged together. “You know, I think the only reason Dustin even came sailing was so that he could see you.”
Luna wasn’t going down this rabbit hole. Obviously, Margot knew that Dustin had a thing for Ava, or she wouldn’t have invited him to go sailing. Now she was playing Miss Innocent about the whole situation. She neatly sidestepped the comment by reiterating her question. “Who are you taking?”
“Peter Sedgwick,” she said with enthusiasm, as if the name was supposed to mean something.
“That’s great,” Luna said with as much emotion as she could muster.
Margot shrugged. “Peter has been dying to go out with me for months. I figured I’d throw him a crumb.” She laughed as she tossed her dark, shimmery hair.
Luna wanted to roll her eyes. Girls like Margot had always grated on Luna’s nerves. Maybe it went back to her high school days when Luna was so painfully shy and insecure. There was a time when she wanted to be part