Last night, something shifted. It’s been shifting ever since the diner, drawing me closer to her with inexorable sureness. I looked down at her, saw her flushed cheeks and the desire in her gorgeous eyes, and I almost said something I promised my father I wouldn’t tell a girl again for a long time. And now I have the urge to say it again, so instead I grin, winding my hand around her calf. “Hope you got my good side.”
