His gaze drifted over her face—her neatly arched eyebrows, her upturned nose, the delicate shape of her jaw. It came to rest on her mouth, where it had wanted to be all along.
She was smiling, and the urge to lean forward and taste her happiness was like a hand in the middle of his back, pushing him forward. He didn’t move, and the smile slowly faded from her lips. “I guess this is going to keep happening, huh?” she said.
He recognized it as a fundamental truth. Immutable. As long as there was air in his lungs, he would be attracted to Cassandra, and he would want to kiss her and touch her and get naked with her. It was as simple and basic as that.
“I’m having a hard time remembering why I shouldn’t kiss you again,” he said.
“If it helps any, I’m all for it. I’d even go so far as to sa
