The question draws my attention from the lights in the dark outside and back to the lights in the dark of his eyes to see the curiosity in them searing. ‘That I was over you.’ My gaze meanders to his mouth, because I can’t help it. It’s dusky and velvet and full; if I bite it, want will drip all over me like juice from a ripe mango. ‘Which I am.’ Truth licks at my lips the same time his tongue darts out to wet his. ‘Emotionally.’
