Without breaking eye contact, Justin cleared his throat. When he spoke, his voice was a husky whisper. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have to kiss you.”
“That would be a mistake,” Thom whispered.
“You think a lot of things are mistakes. I personally think you can never really tell what’s going to be a mistake until you try doing the thing.”
Justin’s smile was more disarming than his eyes. Somewhere in Thom’s consciousness, he knew that the people continued to walk past, and the market continued to exist around them. The sounds had faded into the background, though, and if there were in fact people still watching them, Thom no longer noticed.
“Okay, then,” Justin said. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”