He shrugs, still looking mighty pleased with himself. “I am thinking you like me a little bit.” “I am thinking you’re getting a little ahead of yourself for someone who kisses like a fourteen-year-old,” I counter, making him laugh. “I will get better with practice. I am very teachable—Coach Mackenzie has told me so.” “Oh my god.” I shake my head, unable to hold back a small chuckle. This guy. This fucking guy. “All right, Henri. Let’s keep practicing.”
