There wasn’t any rush.
His thumb brushed against my side and I melted into him.
I’d kissed guys before. None of them had ever kissed me like this.
Like they actually wanted me. Like they couldn’t get close enough.
I smiled against his mouth and he smiled back. That somehow made my heart beat even faster.
When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathing a little harder.
Neither of us stepped away.
I looked at him for a second before laughing quietly. “So...”
“So?”
“I feel like we should probably kiss more often.”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “I could make time.”
I laughed. “I was trying to be romantic.”
“I know.”
“You kind of ruined it.”
“I usually do.”
I shook my head. “You are impossible.”
“So I’ve been told.”
I leaned forward and brushed one more quick kiss against his lips. “I still like you.”
“That’s unfortunate.”
“For you?”
“For you.”
I laughed again. “I think I’ll survive.”
His expression softened. “Breakfast.”
Reality crashed back in. “Oh.”
“Then work.”
I sighed dramatically. “I suppose being responsible is important.”
“It usually is.”
I bumped his shoulder. “Fine.”
Things had changed.
I didn’t know exactly what Oliver and I were now, but whatever it was, I liked it.