Chapter 31She was dreaming of his mouth. The O like he’d made when he’d played at the bookstore, like when he sang backup vocals, and like when he’d confessed his history to her and hoped she’d still accept him. She wanted that mouth now. All over her. On her own, on her neck, and in other places that had once caused her pain but now only caused her longing.
It was when they were in the elevator on the way up to the hotel room that she realized he was not wearing his glasses. His mouth vanished from her mind. She wanted his eyes. She touched his jacketed elbow. “Where are your glasses?”
“Oh. I didn’t think to wear them.”
“You should. They make you look good.” She realized her words could be read both ways. She squeezed his elbows. “I want you to see me.”
“I do,” he said slowly. “I see
