“I’m guessing your explanation for the other night falls in the category of things you do keep to yourself, huh?” He turns his face into my palm and kisses the warm skin once, twice, and a third time before letting out a shaky breath. His chocolate-eyes are warm yet guarded as he watches me with an obvious curiosity, like he’s trying desperately to dissect my thoughts, and burn with something unforgiving and almost possessive.
