“We don’t have to keep waiting.” I lean in.
She backs up and now her back is against the door and I’m no longer touching her face.
“Please let me kiss you.”
She shakes her head.
“No?” I check. “Because of that unfortunate interruption at dinner?”
She rolls her eyes. “What happened at dinner wasn’t a surprise, Jase. I’m sure it won’t be the last time, either, since you evidently sown those wild oats all over the general geographical area.”
“That’s not fair, Bay. Forget her; she means nothing to me. Let me kiss you goodnight.”
“Please don’t,” she whispers.
“Okay,” I say, blowing out a breath and stepping back.
And fuck me, but she looks torn. Wait… disappointed?
She pulls in a big breath and lets it out slowly.
“You want me to bring the books in or should I drop them at our place?”
She frowns and looks unable to make a decision.
“They can stay in the truck tonight. Let me know tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“I have plans for us tomorrow, too.”
“I don’t get a chance to catch my breath?” she asks, looking exasperated.
“Do I make you breathless?” I ask, smiling, about to offer mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
“A thousand dollars worth of books, a neck tattoo of my name, and my favorite restaurant? You’re laying it on a little thick, Jason.”
“You just wait n’ see how thick I lay it on you,” I rasp.
Heat flares in her eyes and other places besides.
It sure isn’t easy to hold back. What would she do if I kissed her anyway? Would she pull away? Would she melt?
I talk myself out of it.
“And I’m gonna work hard to keep you breathless. I promise.” I lean closer, close enough to kiss her. I say, “I’ll dream about that kiss tonight. Maybe I’ll get to have it tomorrow.”
“Maybe not,” she counters.
“Tell me one thing,” I request.
“What’s that?”
“Tell me if it’ll be your first kiss.”
Her gaze narrows. “Don’t be cocky.”
“You’re not gonna answer?”