He lowered his forehead to mine. “Please, Olive, I’m begging you. Put me out of my misery. Just one kiss, one taste of your sweetness. I won’t survive without it.” My lips parted and I brushed my cheek against his, his stubble rubbing against my skin. My breath hitched. Was I dreaming? Well, if this was a dream, I might as well take advantage. “Yes,” I murmured. “Easton, yes.”
