“The last time you were here—” He cups my face with both of his hands and presses a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose, the space between my eyes. Everything in me shivers and melts, and my hands grasp at his elbows. “The last time you were here, I wanted to kiss you under this tree.” “You hid it well,” I murmur as I follow his retreat, silently begging for more. “Nah,” he says, his voice a rasp. “You just weren’t looking close enough.”
