“I want to kiss you,” he murmured. “But…” “But you’re not ready,” I whispered. “And that’s okay. I won’t rush you.” He closed his eyes. “I feel like I’m the one who should be saying that.” “We’re on the same page,” I amended. He stared at me, those stormy eyes raging, and he leaned in and kissed my cheek. It was so incredibly sweet and tender, it made me giddy. I was smiling like a loon.
