“No, Peaches. It’s not more. It’s everything. Being with you this weekend, without the sex, has shown me that I’d rather sit in a room and do absolutely nothing with you than spend an hour living it up with anyone else. This isn’t about sex. It’s not about the forbidden. It’s not a game or a mid-life crisis. I like you. A lot.” “Then why won’t you kiss me?” “Because you’re not ready.” Her brows furrow in an adorable, annoyed expression. “What? How can you say that?”
