Theo didn’t move, but he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to cuddle with you.” I looked up at him through my lashes. “Will you put your arm around me?”
“Don’t beg.”
“I’m not! Should I try?”
“My heart can’t take that. Come here.”
“Yay,” I said, getting closer to him. “You smell like coffee.”
“Still?” he asked. “I showered this morning.”
“You probably always smell like coffee. This is the first time I’m fully taking it in.” I pressed my face in closer, not moving even when he laid his hand on my back. “I’m not worried anymore.”
“At all?” he asked.
“No. I feel safe.”
I heard him swallow, and his arm tightened around me. I took in a deep breath, determined to memorize this moment.
“We’re supposed to be watching a movie,” he said. “You’re distracting me.”
“Sorry. I just see something more interesting than the movie.”
His eyes moved over every part of my face and his smile faded.
“You’re thinking about something,” I said. “What is it?”
“I can’t stop thinking about our last kiss.”
“Interesting. Neither can I.”
Theo lifted his hand and grazed my cheek. “Can I do it again?”
“Please do it again.”
This time, it felt natural to slot my lips against his. I remembered the tips he’d given and was determined to put them into practice.
It made it all the better.
I already knew his hands, but now I had more to learn. His lips were the ones I wanted to know as well as my own.
And I would make it happen.
But then his lips left mine, leaving me gasping for breath. “Wh-why did you pull away?”
“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he said, sounding just as out of breath as I did.
I melted in a completely different way. God, what did I do to deserve this man?
“I’m fine,” I said. “More than fine, even.”
Theo’s gaze dropped to my lips again. “Do you need to stop?”
“God, no.”
