I mean that I, Brooklyn, am not good enough. Not for someone like Kir, with his wealth, power, sophistication and elegance. I’m too rough, unpolished and dirty for someone in his world. That’s obviously why he ended this thing.
“The only reason,” I growl, “that I’m not kissing the absolute fuck out of you right now is that I need to ask you these questions first. And if I start kissing you, that’ll never happen, because I won’t ever stop.”