He’s quiet for another moment. “All right. Close your eyes,” he says. Baffled, I stare at him, because now is not the time. “Why?” He leans a little closer over the table. His eyes have turned dark and inky, like my favorite emerald pen. “Just close your eyes, Audrey Love.” So I do. I’m not sure what happens next—no, that was a lie, I know exactly what happens next, but I’m too stunned to do anything about it. Because he takes my chin in his grip, and tilts it up a little, and then his lips catch mine.
