Chapter 7
“About what?”
He winced and I could almost hear his thoughts as if he spoke them out loud. Curt, please, not now.I braced myself for it, the sigh, the corner of his mouth pulled back to flatten his lips into an annoyed line. I don’t want to get into it,he’d say, or maybe, Can’t we just enjoy this and talk about her later?, or You’re going to ruin the mood.If he said any of that, if he protested at all, I would’ve dropped it for the time being.
I wanted him—my body was beginning to ache for his touch, my lips growing hungry for his, my hand stroking him gently now eager for so much more—and I didn’t want to do anything to endanger my chances of a good time. I’d been flying high since the letter arrived and I wanted to crash into him tonight. If that meant not saying another word, I would be mute until dawn.