He dug his fingers into my side as I laughed, but then he dropped his mouth to my ear again. “I need to apologize to you. Or, rather, I should apologize… but I’m not sure I’m sorry.” I frowned. “Apologize? For what?” “I heard you earlier.” I froze, my next exhale lodging in my throat as a zip of excitement ran all the way down my spine. He heard me? “You said my name.” Oh, my God. He heard me.
