I've Got Your Number

“This is bad . . .” she muttered almost incomprehensively.

I must have heard but didn’t actually listen. I tucked her hair behind her ear anyway.

I really should have removed my hand. She shouldn’t have looked up with that pretty face of hers. For a moment I searched her eyes and she did mine. She’s not flinching or cursing or complaining. This is a huge improvement.

I played with her braid, my eyes still searching her. I really should move back.

I really should. . . Oh fuck this.

With a light pull of her braid, I kissed her.