“I think you like it,” he says loftily, making me roll my eyes again even as my lips twitch. “Okay, I like it a little,” I admit, reaching out and tracing the very tip of my finger over one of the horns. He shudders and leans back as though trying to get closer to me. Flattening my hand, I run it up and down his back before curling my fingers over his shoulder and pulling him toward me. When he turns his head, I kiss him.
