“You wish. I never think about such things, which is good because I would be greatly disappointed.” Another lie considering I can still feel the warmth of his lips against mine, and it’s taking every ounce of self control I have to not lean in and kiss him again, just for one more taste. “You’re a terrible liar.” I am. “And you’re a terrible kisser.” He’s not. “Well, anytime you want to test that theory, Mrs. Peters, all you have to do is ask.” Mrs. Peters. Be still my beating heart.
