45. Kiss

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Montessa.


Monty kept glancing towards the door. It had more of his attention than the kiss.

Giving up, Vanessa broke it. Not there was much to break, the passion had died the first time he looked over there. She leaned back on the bed. "What are you doing?"

"You're not worried?" Monty met her eyes. "Your dad could be back at any minute, ready to shoot me with some intor that'll blow us all up."

"He's out with Perry." They wouldn't be back for hours, and Perry would text her when they were on their way. "Besides, I thought you liked sneaking around our dads' backs." Placing a hand on his leg, she moved closer again. "We'll just tell Dad you were sent over to find Perry or something if he catches you."

"And that search lead me to your bedroom." He leaned towards her.

"Maybe I needed help with something."

His lips brushed her cheek, leaving a whisper of a kiss. "Really."

She hummed. "Yeah, it's not like I could do this by myself."

He laughed lightly against her skin before recapturing her lips with the same passion he'd lost before.

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