“I want to take you on a date,” I murmur against his mouth, feeling bolder now that his mouth is on mine, and he’s breathing faster just because of me. “I want to tell people that I like you,” I continue, and his breath hitches. “I want to call you my boyfriend and glare at anyone else who tries to pick you up at the bar.” He laughs against my mouth, resting his forehead against mine. “You really mean that?” I nod, bumping our noses together. “I really do.”
