Release Date: March 31st 2016
- “Sweet Disposition” by The Temper Trap
- “Can You Tell” by Ra Ra Riot
- “The Way I Am” by Ingrid Michaelson
- “July Flame” by Laura Veirs
- “So Insane” by Discovery
- “The Trial of the Century” by French Kicks
- “Hysteric” by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
- “Powerful Stuff” by Sean Hayes
- “Call It Off” by Tegan and Sara
- “Your Song” by Kate Walsh
- “Nicest Thing” by Kate Nash
- “Hyperballad” by Whitley
- “Syrup & Honey” by Duffy
- “Oh Boy” by Duffy
- “She’s Got You High” by Mumm-Ra
- “Heart Skipped a Beat” by The XX
- “Tessellate” by Tokyo Police Club
- “I’m With You” by The Stills
- “Crash Into Me” by Dave Matthews Band (Live at Folsom Field, Boulder Colorado)
“You’re not seriously going to listen to them,” I said flatly.
“What else can I do?”
“Becks, beware the dark side.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s a Yoda-ism,” I said, “and you know exactly what it means. Becks, have you no shame?”
“Nope,” he said, lifting the jersey over his head in one swift pull, causing a mixture of applause, screaming and appreciative sighs.
I shook my head, struggling to keep my eyes north of his jaw line.
“What can I say, Sal?” he said, backing away. “It’s like that line from that show Oklahoma. I’m just a guy who can’t say no.” Flicking his jersey at one of the cheerleaders, he hot footed it out to center field, grinning all the while. He gave a frowning Coach Crenshaw a swat to the backside, and then the team got down to business.
I wrote down Becks’s quote, making a side note to include it in my next article, while the girl who’d caught Becks’s jersey gripped the shirt to her heart and pretended to faint.
At least, I hoped it was pretend.
Meeting his gaze, I forced out the words, “Ready to make it official?”
Becks grinned, and the sight of that familiar expression, the look in those eyes I’d loved forever, was enough to strengthen my resolve.
Reaching up, I gave myself no time to reconsider.
My lips were on his the next instant, meeting, feeling, rejoicing in this moment I’d never thought but always hoped would happen. I knew Becks was surprised, could feel it in the stiffness in his shoulders, the tight set to his mouth. But it didn’t matter. I was kissing Becks, my best friend, my Han Solo, my one. This was the best moment of my life. I was certain it couldn’t get any better.
But then Becks started kissing me back.
His arms wrapped around my waist, his lips guiding mine, as he went from passive passenger along for the ride to full-on conductor. I gasped as he bent me back over his arm, and felt him grin through the kiss. My toes just skimming the floor, supported almost entirely by Becks’s strength, I was happy to let him lead. Becks wasn’t just a great kisser. He was a master. Far as first kisses go, it was a showstopper.