He dipped his head and brushed his lips to mine in the slowest, softest, shortest kiss. “I figured you’d like it.” “I do like it.” “Yeah?” “Yes.” I had one foot off the floor. How? When? No clue, but my leg was half wrapped around the muscular tree trunks that belonged to Locke, and I couldn’t find the will to take it back as I wondered if I should tell him that when the time came for Nash to kiss him back, he’d become a paid member of a club that contained only me.
