“How bad could you be?” I echo my earlier question. “Jaywalking and unpaid speeding tickets?” I ask hopefully. He lifts his head and contemplates me. “Do you want the truth or do you want me to lie to you?” I trail a finger down the slope of his nose before tracing his lips. Placing my hand against his cheek, I whisper, “Lie to me.” He turns and presses a kiss against my palm. “Parking tickets and jaywalking,” he answers softly before laying his head back against my heart.
