“Your honesty is a liability.”
“So is your mouth.”
“Excuse me?”
“Your mouth is a liability.It was before the kiss and it is significantly worse now.”
I laughed once, shaky and breathless and not okay.
Then I studied him properly again and saw the same wreckage in myself reflected back at me.
“I hate how much I wanted that,” I admitted.
“Why?”
“Because it complicates everything.”
“It was already complicated.”
“I was pretending very successfully and you’ve just ruined that.”
His gaze dropped to my mouth and came back up.
“I don’t hate it,” he said.
“Of course you don’t.You started it.”
“You stepped forward.”
“That is technically true and I resent you for remembering it.”
That sent another pulse through me so hard I tightened my grip in his shirt.
God.
“Xerses.”
He looked at me like he wanted me to keep saying his name until the ocean changed color.
Not helping.“I know.”
“No, I don’t think you do.”
One side of his mouth moved again.“We can’t do that again tonight.”
That was so specific I almost laughed in his face.
Instead I stared at him.“Tonight.”
His hand at my waist flexed once, enough to make my body remember everything .
I closed my eyes.
“See,” I whispered.“This is what I mean.”
He exhaled against my temple, almost a laugh and not remotely amused.“I know.”
I took one shaky step back.