“That’s not it,” I said, stepping closer and placing a kiss on his jaw. On his chin. “What are you doing tonight?” I already knew the answer. He smiled underneath my lips. “Any ideas?” “I’d like to check on your apartment, make sure it’s still in good shape—you know, for my job.” “For your job,” he repeated, kissing my cheek, nipping the shell of my ear. I let out a shaky breath. “We should get back...”
