He straightened. “Can I ask one thing?” I nodded as I slipped my feet into my shoes. “Pretend it wouldn’t hurt Colt and Creed—is kissing me something you want?” I met his eyes and debated whether or not the truth would damn me. “Yes.” He nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. “You better go because all I want to do right now is kiss you again.” My cheeks
