“I wouldn’t regret this,” I whisper. Cliff blinks at me, eyes darting between mine. “You wouldn’t?” I shake my head side to side. “No.” Cliff slowly traces his fingers along my jaw. The glove’s fabric is rough, catching in my hair as he cups the back of my neck. I close my eyes when he purses his lips on my forehead, lingering for a moment before trailing a kiss to my temple. My cheek. My jaw. Cliff is slow with action, like he’s savoring every piece of me I’m allowing him to touch.
