“That was a you’re-my-boss-but-I-can’t-help-it-any-longer-kiss. I’m sorry. I know you don’t need me. I was…trying to be a good employee.” His confession makes me shudder in relief. “I think I like being the boss.” His laughter vibrates in his chest against mine, making me smile. Hesitantly, I find his cheek with my palm. “Can I…be the boss again?” I whisper, nudging my nose against his, thirsty for more of his surrender. “Why not?” He chuckles, mocking one of my signature phrases before he seals his lips to mine again.
