His knuckles dust across my jaw, and I fight to close my eyes and lean into him more. “It means, I want a do-over. I want to ruin our friendship because I need to kiss you again.” He leans his head toward me, almost letting our lips brush, but not quite. “And again,” he breathes, his minty breath engulfing my senses. I nearly whimper. “And again,” he says finally, pulling back to study my face. “Until I earn all your kisses.”
