“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“That was not nothing.”
“I am going to start dinner.”
His gaze narrowed.
Then understanding reached him.
Color rose along his throat.
“Oh.”
I tried to step away.
He kept hold of my hand.
“Did I do that?”
“Yes.”
His voice lowered.
“Good.”
Heat coiled through me.
“Noah.”
“What?”
“You are still healing.”
“I know.”
“You are tired.”
“I know.”
“You are looking at me as though you would enjoy making this more difficult.”
His mouth curved into something almost familiar.
“Would I?”
“You used to.”
“Maybe that survived.”
I leaned close enough to brush my lips against his ear.
“It did.”
He shivered.
I stepped away before restraint failed.
