“You want me to kiss you or not, cupcake?” The ground rocked underneath me as the question bounced around in my head. I scrambled to grab a hold of it so I could keep it, revisit it later, file this moment away. “I would very much like for you to kiss me,” I said, so quietly I wasn’t certain he’d heard me. Apparently, he did because the second the words were out, his mouth was on mine.
