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A pained sound vibrated his throat, and his chin lifted, disconnecting our Eskimo kiss but fusing our lips. His were warm and supple, pressing into mine with bold claim. I gasped at the contact, my stomach dropping like a rollercoaster from a high peak.
All at once, he stiffened and pulled away, skittering across the small room until his back came up against the wall. Wide, wild eyes flew to mine, the tops of his cheekbones crimson. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why not?”
He jabbed his thumb and forefinger into the sockets of his eyes. “It wasn’t supposed to be that way.”
My stitches tugged when my brows knitted, confusion mixing with pain. “What?”
“I shouldn’t be kissing you when you don’t even know who I am.”
“It’s okay,” I responded, almost surprised to realize it was. I want you to kiss me.
His eyes whipped back to mine, incredulousness filling his expression. “It’s not. You deserve better.”
He was visibly upset with himself, and that upset me. “If it makes you feel any better, that really wasn’t a kiss.”
He looked affronted. “Yes, it was.”
“Not really.”
His face turned stormy, and I found it oddly amusing. “My lips touched your lips,” he pointed out. “Touching lips is the definition of kissing.”
“I barely felt it.”
“You telling me I’m a bad kisser?” he demanded, no longer upset but thoroughly offended.
I suppressed a giggle. “I’m saying I don’t think it counts as a kiss if it lasts less than two seconds.”
His face cleared. “It didn’t count?”
I shook my head.
“That’s good,” he said, nodding to himself.
“Why?”
His head jerked up.
“You’re going to give yourself whiplash,” I told him.
He scowled. “You’re the one with the head injury, not me. Which is why I shouldn’t be in here kissing you.” His eyes widened, and he stabbed a finger at my legs. “While you aren’t wearing any pants!”
I gasped, pressing a hand to my chest. “The horror!”
“Don’t you sass me, final girl. First kisses should be better than this.”
“First kisses?”
He froze.
“Aren’t we engaged?” I said, starting to panic that I was confused again.
“Of course we are. But since you can’t remember any of our other kisses, it’s kinda like a first kiss all over again.”
“Oh,” I said, relief coursing through me. “You’re right.”
“I’m always right.”
