“If you’re apologizing for not giving me a fucking kiss, then I’ll accept it, but for anything else, no. There’s no need to apologize, Val.” I blinked. “Kiss you?” He cocked his head to the right, his eyes dropping to my lips. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I did kiss you—” “Baby, I just got done with a long day of work. You sit on my couch in a pretty dress, I’m going to want a kiss.” His voice was deeper now, thicker, but somehow gentle. He leaned down closer, stopping when our lips were a centimeter apart.
