He trailed a finger down the length of one earring. “Do you like them?” I arched a brow but I didn’t think he noticed because he was still staring at the gems. “I think you know I do.” Humming in agreement, he gave a slight nod. “They look good on you.” He brought his hand to my jaw, swept his thumb over my cheek. “Can I kiss you?” I tipped my chin up. If only he knew how long I’d waited for him to ask. “Always.” And when he touched his lips to mine, I pretended—just for now—that all of this was real.
