“You should tell me to leave.” He’s struggling to keep his lips off me, and honestly, so am I. “I don’t want to,” I reply breathlessly. “Then tell me to kiss you.” “I shouldn’t.” “Then tell me you’ll see us again. Both of us.” He drags his hovering lips up my neck and along my jawline. Our mouths are separated only by a soft breath as I reply, “Okay. Yes. I’ll see you both again.”
