“Y-yes,” I said against her mouth, but Collins pulled back. The look on her face told me she’d caught the hesitation. “What’s up?” she asked. “Nothing,” I said, and I tried to kiss her again, but she turned her head, and I sighed. Her chest was heaving, and I was having a hard time not staring at her. “Talk to me.” I buried my head in her shoulder and groaned. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m…I got nervous.” I knew I was blushing—embarrassed. I wanted to be smooth, suave. I wanted to rock this woman’s fucking world the way she deserved.
