“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
The rush of traffic below us
muffles his words. It would be the perfect time to tell him. Maybe he won't
even hear it. And I can pretend I never said it if I feel the need.
I stop his hand suddenly and turn sideways to look at him.
“What?” He gives me the same smile he gave me last night–self satisfied. Cocky jerk.
“Nothing,” I say, deciding maybe I won’t tell him.
I stop his hand suddenly and turn sideways to look at him.
“What?” He gives me the same smile he gave me last night–self satisfied. Cocky jerk.
“Nothing,” I say, deciding maybe I won’t tell him.
He takes me in his arms and gives me one of those slow, lingering kisses that makes me dizzy and pliable and willing to do anything. Anything at all.
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