I blinked up at her, still slightly breathless, lips tingling, and brain hopelessly melted from the kiss she had just given me.
"Right," I said. "The movie. That thing we are totally watching and not ignoring in favor of shameless girlfriend make-outs."
Maeve gave me a look. You know, the kind of look that said she was both incredibly amused and also absolutely ready to ravish me again.
Her eyes sparkled, like she was a cat pretending to be civilized for the sake of company—but if you left her alone with a glass vase, you knew she was gonna knock it off the shelf just for fun.
And yeah. I was the glass vase.
My hand slid off her waist, reluctantly, like I was still trying to decide whether the movie or her mouth was more important. Spoiler alert: it was definitely not the movie.
