“Tell me you’ll stay,” he continues. There’s really no argument left. I nod, breathless. “I’ll stay.” “Good.” Tilting my chin with only his knuckle and thumb, he lifts my face up and presses his mouth to mine. It’s soft and intimate. A bit tentative, but only until I arch up and eagerly meet him. With a bit more confidence, his hand slides around the back of my skull, fingers threaded through my hair as he kisses me. “What was that for?” I ask, searching for air. “I like you vulnerable, Mills.”
