“I was kinda hoping you could explain something to me.” I breathe in and charge ahead. “Why did you stop?”
I cringe and close my eyes as soon as the words are out. They sound even lamer than I expected.
Daniil sighs and rubs his chin with those capable fingers. “You’re overthinking things.”
“I’ve been known to do that.”
“So maybe you should stop.”
“Ah, if only I could.”
He looks like he’s about to smile. I can feel my heart skip around at the mere prospect of seeing him do just that.
Jesus, I’m pathetic. And I’m terrified that he knows it.
“I thought you didn’t want to cross that line with me anymore,” he rumbles.
“I didn’t. I mean—I don’t.”
“You’re the one who kissed me,” he adds. As if I needed the reminder. “I’ll ask again: why are you here?”
“I want to finish that kiss,” I s
