“Should we?” She swallowed nervously. “Speak of this now?” “Where’s my brave girl?” My timbre was low and caressing. “Hiding,” she admitted freely. Her attention was on my throat for a few seconds, then she lifted her gaze again. “Can’t we just pretend for now?” “Pretend that this is our actual first date? That we don’t have a past? That we haven’t hurt each other and denied what we’ve both wanted for years?”
