“Well,” I say softly, “I’m sorry to disappoint—” His laugh kills the words on my lips. When he faces me, I get a better look at his chest. It’s all muscle, which is so unfair. His abdomen flexes, and he eyes me with renewed interest. “Disappoint?” he echoes. “I think I’ve been waiting my whole life to ravage your mouth like that. How am I supposed to let you go now?” Well… that’s not good.
