I look at him, frowning.
“Promise me that when I do kiss you, you’re not going to faint.”
“Now you’re giving yourself too much credit,” I say, swallowing a smile.
He smiles too, coming in closer, speaking right into my lips. He rests his hand on my chest, right where my heart is and I shiver at the tenderness of his touch.
“When I do it, Alex, when you’re ready to accept that I’m the only man that’s going to kiss you from now on, I promise you that it will be perfect and that neither of us will end up with a heart in pieces. That’s not going to happen anymore.”
I swallow hard and try to keep my heartbeat in check but I am confused by his words and am having a hard time concentrating.
“That will be your first kiss with me.”
“Honestly, that ship has already sailed—”
“Nope,” he interrupts me. “That wasn’t a real kiss, Alex. I can do more. Much, much more.”
