“Every theory you’ve ever fucking had about men, I’m going to prove wrong,” he tells me. My chest collapses. I may pass out from this moment. I truly thought it would never come. “I had a theory that not kissing is sexier than kissing.” I was so stupid. I could do this forever with Ryke. “I know,” he says. “And now?” His eyes fall to my lips. I smile bright. “Just fucking kiss me.” And he does, a grin lifting his lips.
i love how he only smiles around and because of her
