“Yeah, but what if no one wants to buy them? What if—” I stepped forward, placing my finger against his lips. “Let me stop you right there,” I interrupted him, my eyes intent on his lips, on my finger on his lips. “What if everyone loves it? What if they can’t buy them fast enough?” He huffed a laugh, his breath warm against my finger. And I wondered what his lips would feel like against mine. What his breath would feel like against my skin.
