His nostrils flare as he sucks in a breath, then he whispers a curse. “Rose,” he all but growls. “You don’t understand what it sounds like you’re saying.” “I do, actually.” “You do?” he exhales. “Yes.” He curses again, raking my body into his by the sleeves of our coat. “I told your dad I’d marry you first.” “You told my…” I blink at him, my brow furrowing. “Wait. Okay. Maybe I don’t know what I’m saying.” He chuckles, circling his arms around my waist. His lips come so close to mine, they’re brushing, but it’s not a kiss. “Told you.”
