“I’m not going to fall for that again.” I smiled a little. “I’m not trying to escape.” “Yes, you are.” He brushed his thumb across my bottom lip. “You’re kissing me to drown out your demons.” “No. I—” “I know what it’s like to use someone as a distraction,” he cut me off. “I don’t want to be a distraction to you. I want you to kiss me because you want to kiss me.” “I do want to kiss you.”
