“You can kiss me,” she whispers, those wide green eyes nearly begging me to do as she offers. I let out a shaky laugh, my thumb starting to swipe along her neck. “I think that’s the worst idea I could have, kissing you,” I whisper back. “Now, why is that?” I should stop, but as seems to be the case when Josie is around, I can’t seem to find my filter. “Because everything in my life is already a mess, and you seem like the kind of woman who thrives off of chaos.”
