“Tomorrow night you could come to my place. I’ll make you dinner,” he said, brushing his lips against mine. “I’d love to taste more of you.” My knees did that wobbly-jelly thing again. I let out a breathy laugh. “I’ll have you know, I normally conduct myself with some modicum of decency, but you talk to me like that, and you touch me, and I turn into Insta-ho.” He laughed before kissing me with smiley lips. “Is that your superpower?” “Uh, more like my kryptonite.”
