His mouth was warm.
Patient.
Controlled in a way that made me want to test the control.
The first kiss surprised me.
The second did not.
By the third, I had wanted to climb into his lap despite the brace, my healing pelvis, and enough medication in my bloodstream to sedate a horse.
Encouraging.
Also profoundly impractical.
Reid studied me.
“Head?”
“Still attached.”
“How painful?”
“The same.”
“Nausea?”
“No.”
“Blurred vision?”
“No.”
He nodded, storing the answers.
I looked down at our joined hands.
“You perform an inspection every time I wake.”
“I prefer noticing trouble before it becomes an emergency.”
“Were you always this relentless?”
“No.”
“What happened?”
“You.”
“I find that difficult to believe.”
“You used to appreciate me.”
“So you keep claiming.”
His gaze softened.
The teasing answer had come easily, but I regretted it when I saw him withdraw the emotion before I could examine it.
