“I am not a good man,” he insisted in a low voice. It was hard to miss how insistent his tone was.
Abigail was way past that discussion though. At that point she was ready to agree to disagree on the matter. Or better yet, she was ready to respond in actions and not words.
She pushed herself to her toes and leaned fully into him. She made a sound that would have passed for an agreement but didn’t care if he heard it or not. As far as she was concerned, he had already said his piece.
Her lips brushed against his again. The man didn’t immediately respond to her irritation. He seemed to be trying to really hold himself back. She couldn’t imagine why, but she had to say something.
Abigail closed her eyes and kissed him again, just a tease before she whispered against his lips, “I don’t
