He paces over to where I sit at the edge of the bed, each of his legs landing either side of mine. I shudder, wondering how he can make me feel so naked without ever touching my clothes. I hold my breath and shake my head. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t kiss me.”
He cocks an eyebrow, walking his hands over the bed until I’m lying on my back and he’s hovering over me. “No? And why not?”
He smells of smoke and bourbon and something that’s just so Alex. The solid curve of his chest brushes mine on his next inhale.