Page 31 of Lick
“Mm.”
“David, really, I’m so sorry.”
“Hey.” He put a finger beneath my chin, raising it. The anger and hurt were gone, replaced by kindness. He gave me one of his little shrugs. “Let’s just let it go.”
The idea actually sent me into a panic. I didn’t want to let go of him. The knowledge was startling. I stared up at him, letting it sink in. “I don’t want to.”
He blinked. “All right. You want to make it up to me?”
I doubted we were talking about the same thing, but I nodded anyway.
“I’ve got an idea.”
“Shoot.”
“Different things can jog your memory, right?”
“I guess so,” I said.
“So if I kiss you, you might remember what we were like together.”
I stopped breathing. “You want to kiss me?”
“You don’t want me to kiss you?”
“No,” I said quickly. “I’m okay with you kissing me.”
He bit back a smile. “That’s very kind of you.”
“And this kiss is for the purposes of scientific research?”
“Yep. You want to know what happened that night and I don’t really want to talk about it. So, I figure, easier all around if you can maybe remember some of it yourself.”
“That makes sense.”
“Excellent.”
“How far did we go that night?”
His gaze dropped to the neck of my tank top and the curves of my breasts. “Second base.”
“Shirt on?”
“Off. We were both topless. Topless cuddles are best.” He watched as I absorbed the information, his face close to mine.
“Bra?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Oh.” I licked my lips, breathing hard. “So, you really think we should do this?”
“You’re overthinking it.”
“Sorry.”
“And stop apologizing.”
My mouth opened to repeat the sentiment but I snapped it shut.
