Before I could talk myself out of it, I kissed the tip of my index finger and touched it to the furrow between his brows. It smoothed out instantly as Asher’s expression relaxed into a kind of mild surprise, his eyes darkening and his breath catching. “What was that?” he asked gruffly. I swallowed hard, scared my voice was going to be high and fluttery like the erratic beats of my heart. “That was a thank you.” “For what?” “Being you.”
