"Give me four minutes?" Ramsey asked.

"Why four?"

He pointed to the books in my hands, his one slightly raised eyebrow arching higher. "And to do this." He pushed off the wall, brushed my fingertips with his, and leaned in to sweep his lips over mine. Soft and quick, but powerful enough to steal my breath and flush my whole body with heat. When he pulled back slightly, he smiled and touched his forehead to mine. "I've been waiting to do that for when you felt ...