He stood abruptly, pacing to the windows. His shoulders were tense, hands shoved in his pockets.

“Last night was…” He stopped, seeming to struggle with words. “It was the best kiss of my life. And that terrifies me.”

My heart stopped. “What?”

“You heard me.” He turned to face me. “It was incredible. Perfect. Everything I didn’t know I wanted. And I spent the entire night lying awake thinking about it. About you. About how badly I want to do it again.”

“Then why did ...