It won’t be forever.
“Okay, understood.”
“We should also discuss physical boundaries. Better now than later, to clear up any misunderstandings.” That razor-sharp gaze slides back to me, weirdly gentle behind his intensity.
If a shark could apologize before snacking on a fish, this is what it would look like.
“Physical boundaries,” I repeat numbly.
Why does it feel like it’s ninety degrees outside?
“What you’re comfortable with, specifically. Obviously, there has to be some touch.”
Some touch.
Oh my God, stop.
There’s only so much my heart can take before it shorts out.
“. . . What are you suggesting?”
“Holding hands, for one. Hugging, kissing, nothing too scandalous. About what you’d expect for public affection.”
“Kissing?” My voice squeaks.
Sit down, you prude. You’ve kissed men before.
But I’ve never fake-kissed them.
And I’ve certainly never wrestled lips with a man descended from the Olympian gods of this city.
I’ve just bitten off way, way more than I can chew.
“That’s what couples do, yeah. Don’t tell me you’re that clueless?” Brady’s smile returns, more wicked than ever.
“Iknowwhat lovers do, idiot. Spare me the birds-and-the-bees lecture.”
“Good, then you get why it’s nonnegotiable.”
“Right.” I clear my throat. “That’s ... fine, I guess. I can kiss.”
“Can you?” He narrows his eyes.
“Yes! I mean, it would be weird if we didn’t, right? People would talk.”
“They would.” His devilish grin slices me in two.
“Cool, then it’s settled.”
Good thing I’m not trying to get him to date me for real.
I looked into him thoroughly when I did my Google stalking. So much spilled tea that causes him so much grief today.
Scorned models.
Dicey hookups.
Public spats.
