He pauses, so close I almost move forward to bridge the gap. Impatient suddenly with what he is withholding even though I already gave him shit for kissing me tonight.

I hate that he can make me want to kiss him, even while telling myself no. It’s satanic.

“Say I believe you, and I’m willing to see where this goes … what exactly do you see for us?” I clear my throat, aware of how my eyes are straying to those chiselled lips ripe for kissing. Cursing myself for this ...