but I’m willing to bet, so I tear a page from his playbook and give him the same answer he gave me. “I’ll never tell,” I say. His eyes turn molten as he lifts a hand to my cheek, his thumb brushing across my jawline, and for a moment, I think he’s going to do it. He’s going to kiss me right here in a room full of his friends. But then he lifts his gaze and glances around and seems to think better of it. “Not here,” he says, his voice low and sultry. His hand slides back to my hair, that torturous thumb tracing a slow line down the side of my neck. “But soon.”
