“Sing in the shower every day you’re here.” My hands curl around the edge of the blanket and I sway on my feet. Reach up on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips. He doesn’t respond. I fall back on my feet and take a step toward the open patio door. Embarrassment makes my cheeks burn. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… sorry.” He catches my wrist and tugs me against him, tipping my head back and slanting his mouth over mine. Anthony doesn’t kiss me like it’s our first time.
