“You thought I wanted to kiss you, Sunshine?” I ask, as my lips hover dangerously close to hers. “Yes,” she breathes out. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since you walked back into my life that day in the park,” I admit, without missing a beat. Her mouth falls open as she asks, “Y-you what?” “You consume my thoughts, and I can’t think about anything else but my lips on yours.” “So kiss me,” she blurts out. “Say it again,” I inch closer, my lips grazing hers. “Kiss me, Thomas.”
