“I want you to kiss me again.” Oh. He stares at my mouth. “I really liked kissing you, Mills.” My body moves toward his without hesitation and, like a practiced dance, his arm slips between me and the mattress, pulling me closer to him. Our bare legs slide against one another, and he lifts his over mine to bring me nearer. I lick my bottom lip, prepared for wherever he wants this to go. “I really liked kissing you too.” “But we can’t do it again.” Annnd never mind. “Because if I kiss you again,” he continues, “I have a feeling I’m going to want to do it every time I see you.”
