“Parker—” “Ask me.” “We agreed on just one date, remember?” “Victoria. Ask me.” Instead, I stall. “Are you always this stubborn?” He ignores that. Staring deep into my eyes, he orders, “Ask me to kiss you, Victoria.” I make a sound of exasperation. He leans so lose to my face, his lips brush mine when he speaks. “You like the way I taste, remember? Now ask me. Then, after I’ve kissed you, I want to see if there’s anything else you’d like to ask me for.”
