I thought about telling him that, about offering a bit of myself in return for whatever vulnerability he was showing right now, but when his gaze rose to meet mine, I couldn’t get the words out. I’d never noticed before but there was green in his eyes—freckled across the amber like leaves that hadn’t yet lost their colour in the fall. He looked so soft. Like he’d taste of honey bread if I kissed him. I licked my lips and his gaze flickered down to them, his fingers twitching where they rested on the pillow next to mine. “Are you going to kiss me, Mr. Greyson?”
