“Then take a chance.” She presses her thumb against my palm, rubbing small circles directly against the center. “Right now. Kiss me just because you want to. Forget all the silly reasons why you think you shouldn’t.” I release her hand, snaking my own behind her head. She shifts a half breath closer, and my fingers tangle into the damp curls at the nape of her neck. “I don’t want to keep begging you, but I might just be willing to.” “You don’t need to beg me,” I murmur. “Not now, not ever.”
