“And, for what it’s worth,” he adds, “you’re also pretty. Excessively so.” I feel my face heat from all the praise. “Why are you telling me this?” His eyes are steady on mine. “Because you are human and I imagine you like compliments far more than I do. And for whatever insufferable reason I want to give you many.” My heart begins to pound loudly. “Now,” he says, a sly smile curving along his lips as he drapes himself over me, “enough of this.” He punctuates the thought by recapturing my lips. His mouth is demanding and everything about the kiss feels intimate.
