“And the other thing?” “What other thing?” I trace my index finger over his shoulder. “Well, I think I like kissing you too, Jas.” He lets out a heavy exhale. “Don’t say that.” “I’m sorry—” “Don’t say that because I’ll do it again.” His nose trails over my cheek. “I want to do that and more.” I swallow. “What kind of more?” “Terrible kinds of more.”
