She burst out laughing, her head tipping back as her delight spilled free. My control snapped. I leaned across the console, cupping her cheek to turn her face to me. Her laughter stuttered, her eyes widening. "Just so we're clear," I murmured gruffly. "This doesn't mean we're on a date." "W-w-what?" I kissed her, and to my fucking horror found she didn't taste like sugar or spice. She tasted like forever.
