I folded my arms. “You want to kiss me, don’t you?”
The words slipped out before I could stop them.
Zed choked on his drink. “What?”
“You heard me.” I tilted my head, feigning innocence. “You want to kiss me.”
He turned to look at me, his expression unreadable, though a faint crease formed between his brows. “What are you talking about?”
I stepped closer, my pulse skipping. “You looked at me like you wanted to.”
He scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re imagining things.”
“Am I?” I challenged, taking another step toward him. “Because you didn’t just ‘look.’ You stared. And then you—” I mimicked the way his gaze had fallen to my lips, exaggerating it slightly. “You looked like you wanted to kiss me.”
Zed set his drink down with a quiet clink. “Sabrina,” he said evenly, though I could te
