“It’s funny. You know what I fantasize about most?” He let out a sardonic huff. “What it’s like to kiss you. I’ve seen, touched, and tasted parts of you in this super-intimate way, but not your…” He shook his head. “Not your lips. It’s stupid, but it’s this big open-ended question my brain keeps snagging on, spinning around and around. Maybe we don’t kiss the same. Ridiculous, I know. Who even thinks about kissing most of the time? Maybe it wouldn’t even be go—”
