Page 69 of Molt

I step closer. My fingers catch the front of his shirt. “Was I shy?”

He laughs. Actually laughs. “No.”

I grin. “No?”

“Not remotely.”

“Good.”

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Maybe.” I slip my fingers between the buttons at his chest. Not underneath. Just enough to feel the warmth of him. “You said intimacy accelerates it.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Touch?”

“Partly.”

“Kissing?”

“Yes.”

“Sex?”

His eyes darken. “Especially.”

My stomach flips.

“Did we ever try not to?”

“For approximately twelve hours.”

I laugh. “What happened?”

“You seduced me.”

“Me?”

“You were relentless.”

“Sounds made up.”

“You climbed through my bedroom window.”

My eyebrows shoot up. “I absolutely did not.”

“Third floor.”

“Shut up.”

“In the rain.”

“Why?”