“Were you thinking?” he asks. I blink. “When we kissed?” He nods, studying me with a tilted head. “Uhhh . . .” I clear my throat, my mind darting back to the taste of him. Omija and spice. That low rumbling sound he made. The heat of his abs against my fingertips. Fuck me. “I was thinking about a whole hell of a lot.” “Good.”
