For some reason, that upsets me, too.

"This, making you feel this way, I enjoyed it way more than I can tell. Look at me, it was enough. It was more than enough for me."

He looks at me skeptically. "You enjoyed it."

"More than I can tell."

"So why didn't you kiss me? You always kiss me when I please you."

I would laugh if this was another moment. Since Jason initiated our first kiss in that kitchen, I've been taking any opportunity to repeat it. It didn't ...