He swung his legs up onto the bed and settled on his back, staring straight up at the ceiling. And now I’d officially decided that inviting Berk wasn’t a bad idea at all. It was the worst idea. Because I couldn’t stop thinking about that almost-kiss. We’d almost kissed. The way his strong hands had cupped my face so gently as he was a hairsbreadth away from my lips. It was like the lead up to one of the kisses he’d promised me. Like one that had been scrawled across every single one of his letters.
