“I want to kiss you.” She swallowed hard as her gaze dropped to my mouth. “Is that really a secret?” “As secret as your hatred for green beans.” I took the water glass from her hand and set it on the counter along with my tumbler. Sasha shifted her weight from one foot to the next as I stepped close enough to dive into that hair, my fingers threading into the silky strands at her temples. Her mouth parted, but before I could capture her lips, she whispered, “I want you to kiss me. That’s a secret.”
