He pulled back, just as he’d done when I kissed him outside the bar. “God, how I want you—don’t think that I don’t—but,” he paused and let his hands travel from my hips to my neck, cupping it tenderly. “I wanna do this right, Josie, and that means not taking you on top of your dad’s desk. I wanna show you that this is real for me. I wanna show you how you should be treated.”
