I blink. What is this? Did he just use Ramon’s first name? Am I…rubbing off on him? He stands in front of me, and my heart pounds, as though I’m seeing him for the first time. His eyes roam my face. “You have sugar on your lip.” His expression tells me that if we were alone, he’d lick it off himself, but apparently he’s not so reformed that he’ll indulge in a PDA. I lick it off, deliberately slowly, and his eyes narrow.
