“How about this one?” I ask, pulling a dark book covered in flowers from the shelf above her head. When I bring it into her line of vision, her cheeks turn rosy. “Mmm,” I hum. “You’ve read this one. Did you like it?” She nods, and her gaze drops to my mouth. My lips graze over her cheek as I whisper, “If I get it, will you read it to me?”
