“Maybe a little too much,” I murmured before I could stop myself.
His eyes darkened instantly.
And that was when I realized—too late—that I was nibbling on my bottom lip.
“Faye,” he said quietly.
I blinked. “What?”
“Don’t do that.”
I frowned for a second, confused… until he pointed, very subtly, at my mouth. My cheeks warmed.
Oh…
Well—I decided to tease him a little.
I lifted my chin and said in the most innocent voice I could muster, “Doing what?”
His jaw flexed… just slightly. But I caught it.
He stepped closer.
His height towered over me with me sitting down, and when he braced one hand on the bench beside my leg and leaned in, my breath caught. He used his free hand to gently tilt my face up to his.
His eyes dragged over my lips before meeting my gaze.
“You don’t have eno
