When I leaned closer, our noses brushed lightly.
The air between us shifted.
"So," I whispered, my lips barely grazing his, "do you want to do that?"
I let my breath linger against his mouth on purpose.
Lewis froze.
A faint flush spread from his ears down to the back of his neck. It was so unfair. Just hours ago he had stood in a room full of grown men, commanding it with a single glance. Now he looked like a shy boy who had just been cornered.
"If you want to…" he murmured softly, voice low and careful, "then I'm okay with it."
His restraint made my chest warm.
I laughed under my breath. "I'm teasing."
Of course I wasn't going to be that bold in the middle of a car parked outside our pack estate.
But the second he saw the playful curve of my lips, something changed in his eyes.
His hand tightened at my waist.
