Chapter 6
“Come on. I know a place that’s private. Then we can decide where we want to go.”
Davis’s private place was an alleyway between the bar and the water plant. He took off his mask and reached his hands behind Jenna’s to remove hers. This close, and without the proximity to the celebration, he smelled like lemons and daisies. Yellow things. The way Jenna was sure Jonquil smelled.
When he brought their lips together, she wasn’t surprised. Worried, a little, especially as his lips parted and their tongues touched, but she wanted it. She liked it. He slid a hand between her legs, and she brushed him aside.
“Wait. Just for a second.”
Davis did, raising his brows. His palm was a heavy presence on her thigh.
“I should tell you something. I’m—”
“It’s fine. I think I already know.”
“You do?”
Davis grinned, kissing her to prove his point. He hadn’t been lying. He touched her with the familiarity of home. And it was the happiest she’d ever been.