“Lemme kiss you.” “Yes.” I keep nodding like an idiot, struggling to breathe. “I’d like that. Very much.” He chuckles. “And here I thought I was the only one dying this whole time.” “I’ve been dead since the second you waved to me in the parking lot.” “Six feet under since you dumped your beer on me.” My lips twitch. “Hey, that was an accident.” His eyes search mine. “This isn’t.” And then he leans in, his thick neck slanting in the sexiest way imaginable as his mouth meets mine.
