I blink a few times. “Would it matter if I did?”
“Maybe.”
“Why? It’s not like you’d do anything about it.”
The imaginary crowd in my head goes wild.
Rafael’s fingers flex before forming a fist, and I, the hopeful-slash-hopeless romantic, believe it’s because of me.
“We shouldn’t,” he states carefully.
I nod. “Nope.”
His eyes drop to my mouth. “It’s a bad idea.”
“I agree. A terrible idea that could have serious repercussions for both of us.”
His thigh brushes against mine as he sits up. “Plus, it could be the worst kiss I’ve ever had.”
“Yeah, you’re right. You look like the type who uses way
too much tongue anyway.”