“No one has ever looked at me like that before, you know,” I admitted, having a little trouble holding his gaze. He moved closer—arms resting on my thighs, hands around my waist—and my eyes closed on their own. “Like what?” I felt him kiss the edge of my lips, then my cheek. “Like…that,” I repeated lamely in a whisper against his lips. He smiled then brushed a soft kiss right next to my ear. “Can you be a little more specific?” “Nope.”
