Last Price ✓ (Book 1 in the Last Price Series)

eight:: meant to be

*this is the ACTUAL chapter,
I will state which is a preview when the time comes.*

"if its meant to be,

it'll be,

it'll be,

baby just let it be."

He tasted like prawn crackers.

The kiss had started out gentle and unhurried, like a sweet caress of the lips. But as Josephine had responded to him, all sense left his head and he pressed his lips harder to her, craving the delicious friction.

It was clear who was in charge of this kiss.

Josephine had started to whimper softly, and a low growl withdrew from his throat, sending delectable shivers down her spine. "Josephine." He whispered, pulling her close to him. She moved to straddle him, all the while her lips attached to his. He raked his fingers in her wild curly hair, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues lapped together in a sensual tango, moving up, moving down, licking, tasting, rubbing each other.

She ground against him, and he growled again. His lips went to her neck, and he sucked, so pleasurably that she cried out and held him there, all the while dry humping him.

Suddenly, he pulled away.

"We can't."

Josephine's lust ridden eye searched his face. "What? Why?"

Suddenly, she felt like she wanted to cry. "Do you regret kissing me?"

He said nothing. He didn't know what to say.

But she took his silence for the wrong thing, and then the tears were on the tips of her eyelids, threatening to fall.

"Leave."

"Josie-" He began.

"Just go, Peter." She burst into tears.

Peter was shocked. he ran to her, determined to solve this problem. "Why are you crying Josephine? What did I do?"

She looked at him, dry tears now evident on her face. "Do you regret kissing me?" She asked, hope in her eyes that he would say no.

The truth was Peter didn't know the feelings he had for Josephine. All he knew was that he liked spending time with her. He thought her beautiful, smart, funny, exuberant. He thought her perfect for him. But he couldn't be with her. They lived in two different worlds. She was of the higher class, and he was the son of a simple market seller. What could he possibly offer her?

He looked into her eyes. "I don't regret anything. But I can't be with you."

She sniffed. "I'm going to bed. Ask Jonah to drive you home."

"Josie-" But she was already gone.

*****

Not a day passed when Peter didn't think of Josephine and how he'd hurt her. He missed cooking lessons, rarely ever saw her at market, and was growing more and more agitated. Had she gone back already? Oh God, he wouldn't be able to bear it if she had.

He had to get to her.

He liked her, dammit. It was his own stupid pride that stopped him from claiming her as his. his mind flickered back to their kiss. It was mind blowing. God, the way her hips moved against him drove him crazy.