Chapter 53

I turn to look at him, knowing my face is probably puce from top to bottom, and meet with the relaxed, effortless look on his face. I shake my head and tilt it to the side to match his. His mention of the earlier kitchen kiss in such a blasé way makes me feel calmer. I wish I had his ability to brush things like this off so easily, to make them all out to be nothing except forgettable misdemeanors. I guess when you’ve had more bedroom romps than hot meals, it’s easy. This is nothing to him at all.

“I can’t be mad about things you do while unconscious,” I lie, fully mindful that this was all on me, a secret I’ll never tell him. He stops for a moment taking in my face, his smile slipping as something registers in his mind, and my insides somersault.

“Wait, you said we kissed? Not that I kissed you. So, you kissed me back?” He moves forward, closing the gap between us, his face now serious; all humor is gone. I gulp and hesitate, unsure how to answer.

Crap. Fuck. Shit