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.