He almost—almost—touched his lips to mine. He licked his bottom lip like he was gonna kiss me, but he did that nose-nudge thing again, and my knees went weak. “Marry me.” “You know,” I whispered, all out of breath. “You know what that does to me.” He smiled his of-course-I-do smile, and spoke against my lips. “Then say yes.” Well, I probably would if I bloody could, but there was a serious synapses Travis-and-his-nose-nudging dysfunction in my brain. So I nodded. And he smiled.
