“You think what?” I prod and then wait with bated breath for him to answer.
And then forget to take that breath when he does.
“I think I want to confess.”
“Confess.”
He licks his lips, this expression and tone both thoughtful. “Yeah. And I want to warn you.”
“About what?”
“About how I’ve never done something like this before. I’ve never…liedthe way I did tonight. And I don’t think it’s a very good thing. For you.”
My head’s spinning.
It’s spinning and spinning like my ballerina of a heart.
In fact I think my heart’s spinning so much that it’s got bloody feet now. My heart’s spinning so much that I don’t think it will ever stop.
“Mr. Rivera, I —”
“Riot.”
“What?”
“Say my name.”
“R-Riot.”
His lips part as if it’s him who can’t draw a breath now. “Will you do something for me, Meadow?”
I blink at the change of topic. “Yeah.”
“Will you put your coat back on?”
“B-but I’m not cold.”
“Do it anyway.”
“Why?”
“Because if you don’t, then I’ll do something that won’t be, in your words, very professional.”
“L-like what?”
His gaze drops to my lips so fast that I think he was waiting for it.
To look at them.
Unabashedly. Shamelessly.
“Like putting my mouth on yours and kissing the fuck out of you.”
“You can kiss me,” I say so fast that I should be embarrassed.
I should definitely be embarrassed when his mouth quirks up in a small smile.
But I’m not.