“Thanks,” I said. “It’s been a rough week.”
His eyes gleamed in the darkness as he offered me a crooked smile. “Same here.”
I surprised him by leaning in for a kiss. He still hadn’t shaved, and he tasted distinctly of coffee, but the moment our mouths touched, he tilted and opened to make the caress more natural. The tip of my tongue found his, though only briefly. I wasn’t interested in eating his face. I was mostly seeing if I could do it, if I wantedto do it.
The answer to both questions turned out to be the same. Yes.