“But I’m never sober around you, Pae. Never not drunk on every detail that is you.” I’m speechless. Utterly speechless that this boy could feel so much. Feel so much for me. “If I kiss you—really kiss you, like how I’ve wanted to, how I’ve waited to—should I expect a dagger at my throat?” His voice is rough, his gaze greedy. And then I reach up slowly and flick the tip of his nose. This time, I do take a moment to memorize the smile he gives me. “I guess you’ll have to kiss me to find out.”
