Page 98 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

Relief washes over his face so quickly it almost hurts to watch.

He lets out a shaky breath I don't think he realized he'd been holding before leaning down to press the gentlest kiss to my lips.

“I should've waited until I got you home,” he murmurs against my forehead. “In a bed.”

He pulls back just enough for me to see the frustration written all over his face.

He's angry.

Not at me.

At himself.

His jaw tightens.

“I’m sorry, Honey. I got carried away.”

The guilt in his voice makes my chest ache.

I reach up and brush my fingers along his cheek.

“Hey.”

He finally looks at me.

“It's okay. I wanted it too.”

“I should've taken better care of you.”

“You took excellent care of me. And in case you don’t remember, I asked you to.”

“I—”

“Graham.”

I smile, hoping he can see how sincere I am.

“Relax.”

I lace my fingers with his.

“I'm fine. Better than.”

His shoulders loosen just a fraction.

“Really, I am.”

I give his hand a gentle squeeze.

“But if you want to take me to bed…”

A teasing smile tugs at my lips.

“There's always next time.”

His eyebrows lift.

“Next time?”