When he reaches me, he rests one hand on my hip and kisses my cheek. It makes me feel giddy and I hope the fact I’ve turned into a lovesick fool doesn’t show on my face. “That’s almost romantic of you,” I say, butterflies swimming in my gut. “I can’t remember the last time you didn’t greet me by grabbing my crotch.” I can’t remember because I don’t think it’s ever happened. “That was before I started courting you.” A sly grin tickles one side of his mouth and I know he said courting just to annoy me. No matter how hard I fall for this man, I suspect he’ll always piss me off.
