“Thank you,” I said quietly.
“Oh, everything. Brunch, inviting me to your party, taking the subway. Looking at me like that.”
He moved a little closer, and I could feel his warm breath. Ten trains could have gone by and I would not have noticed.
“How am I looking at you, Kealy?” he asked.
Goddamn, he was hot.
“Like you want to kiss me. Really badly,” I said.
Thank god I was leaning against something.
“Well, that’s funny. Because I do want to kiss you badly. But I’m not surprised you figured it out. You’re a smart girl.” He breathed the words onto my lips, and when he was done speaking, overwhelmed me with a sweet kiss I found myself wishing would never end. His lips were soft and gentle, the perfect contrast to his huge hand that hooked a couple fingers under my chin.
My breath started to come in short gasps, and if I wasn’t careful, I knew I’d be tearing my clothes off right there on the subway platform. And his too.
“Mmmm,” he murmured. “Sweet girl.”
He pulled back, took my hand, and led me onto the train that had just pulled into the station.