“Can I stay?” he asked in a rush. My brows twitched at the question. “I didn’t mean I wanted you to go.” I sat up a little, leaning on my elbow. “I just meant—” “No, I know,” he blurted. His cheeks flushed. He licked his lips, drawing my gaze there, making me want to kiss him again. “I meant… I meant… can I stay and watch?”
