“You going to kiss me, Gray, or just continue admiring what you see?” he murmurs, now running a thumb over my bottom lip. “Still contemplating drowning you, actually.” My voice is breathy, my own fingers wandering over the curve of his jaw. “Oh, darling, I already am.” His lips inch closer to mine, teasing me. “And I’m begging you to let me breathe you in.” I smile slyly. “I thought you never begged?” “I’m getting used to it when it comes to you.”
