“Of course.” Had I done something that would make him think I hadn’t had a good time?
It was definitely possible. We got our signals crossed often enough that I sometimes wondered if Nash and I spoke different languages.
We stood there for another long moment, and I was wondering what type of signal I needed to send to let him know that I wouldn’t stop him if he tried to kiss me. But then his gaze fell on my lips, and he took a step closer.
It’s happening.
