“Why’d you let me in that night?” “Why’d you come to my window in the first place?” I countered. “You had other friends.” A small smile curled on Chet’s lips, and he skied the tip of his thumb down the slope of my nose before pressing another kiss to my mouth. That was all the answer I got. “I would’ve let you in anytime.” I met the dark pools of his eyes, the confession soft. “I always will. I don’t know that I’d ever be able not to.”
