““What am I thinking right now?" I whisper. He turns his head to face me. His eyes look smoky gray in the light from the television. "I'd like to think you're thinking about what it would be like if we kissed. Because that's all I'm thinking about." I draw in a breath and hold it. He carries on staring at me, his lips slightly parted in a smile. I've never wanted to kiss anyone so much in my life. "Am I right?" "Yes." I whisper in a croaky voice.””
