Shaking my head, I go to give him back his hand, when his fingers slide over, and brush my lips, lingering there. I freeze, tensing all over. I don’t even breathe. He grunts when his fingertip catches lightly on my lip ring. Tingles crawl down my neck, spreading goosebumps over my arms. I swallow, hard, blinking rapidly. Helpless to do anything but hold very still. “Mase Face,” he says on a sigh, and his lip crooks up in a stupidly adorable smile. Jesus.
