“What will you do if I kiss you?” He steps closer, putting us toe to toe where I can smell that heady mix of spice and citrus and feel the heat from his bare chest. “I’d kiss you back,” I say just above a whisper. “And I wouldn’t be able to stop. I’m asking you not to kiss me. If I get lost in you, I will lose myself.” “And that’s bad?” He lifts my chin with his finger. “It would be tragic.”
