“I still want the date.”
“Tonight may be too much.”
“Not tonight.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Maybe.”
“Decide tomorrow.”
He nodded.
“And until then?”
“Nothing changes unless you ask for it.”
His gaze moved slowly over my face.
“I might ask.”
“I hope you do.”
The honesty brought color back to his cheeks.
He shifted closer.
Only slightly.
Enough that our knees touched.
“Can I see what it feels like again?”
“The whistle?”
“The kiss.”
My pulse jumped.
“Are you sure?”
“No.”
I waited.
“But I want to.”
“That can be enough, provided you understand you can stop at any point.”
“I understand.”
I lifted my hand toward his face.
Noah watched every movement.
My palm settled carefully against his jaw, and my thumb traced the line beneath his lower lip.
His breath caught.
