Wit glanced up, turquoise eyes bright in the sunlight, their impossibly gold rings gleaming. “You’re very affectionate,” he said, gaze catching mine. “You know that?” I shook my head, unable to respond. Who said stuff like that? Affectionate? I couldn’t imagine Ben or any of his friends ever using that word. And the way Wit said it—his voice. It was gentle, honest, intimate. How could it be that intimate? We’d just met.
