“Do you have a bucket list of daring things you want to do in life?” he asks casually. If you only knew. I’d reach over and run my hand over your day-old scruff, especially tracing the corners of your jaw where they jut out in that chiseled way making your face seem so masculine and rugged. Then I’d rest my hand on your thigh while we drive. And when you parked, I’d lean over and finally kiss you. I’d kiss you with a kiss we’d both never forget.
