No Broken-hearted girl (Crushing Hard Series Book 2)

Dear Diary: Still The Same Day

Wednesday night

After lectures, Kevin offered to drive me home. Rochelle was glaring so hard I could feel it, but honestly, I didn’t care. Sitting in his car next to him, knowing she could see—it gave me a quiet thrill. The engine started, and I found myself smiling, unable to help it.

As we drove, I kept stealing glances at him. He was wearing shades, his hand resting on the gear shift like it belonged there. The way his arms flexed when he changed gears, it was all I could do not to stare. We talked about his plans for the evening, and when he mentioned that he plays soccer, everything suddenly clicked. His lean, toned physique made so much sense now.

Of course, I asked if I could come watch one of his matches. I wasn’t sure if that crossed a line with the whole “keeping it casual” thing, but to my relief, he seemed happy about it. His eyes lit up, and for a moment, I felt like I could finally breathe again. I didn’t mess things up.

We talked about random stuff after that—like Geordie Shore. He didn’t know what it was, so I explained, and he actually laughed, this deep, genuine laugh that warmed me from the inside out. I love hearing him laugh. I love knowing I can make him do that.

At some point, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I just wanted to touch him. So, I reached over and rested my hand on his arm, the one that was on the gear shift. I thought he might pull away, but instead, he moved his hand, and our fingers laced together. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I didn’t care. It felt so… right.

Kevin didn’t let go, even when he had to switch gears. He just used his other hand, and my heart swelled. It was such a simple thing, but it made my chest tighten in the best way. It felt so natural, like we’d been doing this forever.

When we finally reached my dad’s flat, I didn’t want to get out. But I was hyper-aware that my dad could show up at any second, so I thanked Kevin and was about to open the door when he stopped me.

“Are you forgetting something?” he asked, his voice soft and teasing.

I blinked at him, completely lost. He chuckled, and before I knew it, he leaned toward me. My heart was pounding in my chest as he closed the space between us, and then he kissed me. It wasn’t hurried or rushed, just a soft press of his lips that sent sparks shooting through me.

Then the kiss deepened and God, I just melted into it. I moaned softly against his lips, feeling him everywhere and every inch of me aching for him.

For a few seconds, I forgot where I was, forgot about the world outside. The only thing that mattered was him, his lips on mine and the way his hand gripped the back of my neck

When I pulled away, my hands were trembling, but I couldn’t stop smiling. He waited until I was safely inside before he drove off, and even now, hours later, I’m still grinning like an idiot. I don’t know what this is between us, but I’m not sure I want to stop it.

Kevin Müller kissed me today. And tomorrow… well, we’ll see what tomorrow brings.