Page 60 of Maybe You

“Sorry.” I wince. “This was not?—”

“It was a compliment.”

I am so fucking lost right now.

“Maybe I do ramble when I’m nervous,” I say. “Sorry. It’s not what you signed?—”

“You don’t know how to take a compliment, do you?” he asks, again speaking over me.

“Does anybody?” I ask slowly.

“They should. I’m excellent at receiving compliments. Here, I’ll show you how. Pay me a compliment.”

“Umm. You have a nice smile?”

“Thank you.” He waggles his brows at me. “See? That simple.”

“Clearly.”

“You have beautiful eyes,” he says. “I’ve never seen that shade of blue anywhere before.”

I start to dismiss him on reflex, but then he sends me a look, and I clamp my mouth shut for a moment before I nod once.

“Thank you?”

“A bit hesitant, but we can work on that. You also have a very kissable mouth.”

I swallow hard and force some shred of confidence in my tone.

“Thank you.”

“You’re a quick learner,” he says approvingly.

I roll my eyes.

“It bodes well for this evening, then, I guess,” I say.

He’s still smiling, but something moves over his face. A heated look that settles in place while he lets his eyes move up and down me.

Somewhere in the bottom of my chest is a smoldering ember, and he’s feeding it with those hot looks of his. He pushes himself up until he’s sitting next to me, then he throws his leg over me and sits on my thighs.

My fingers curl into fists where they’re resting on the couch before I loosen them and stretch them out.

Sutton’s fingers press under my chin, and he lifts it gently.

The heated look is still firmly in place.

The ember sparks.

He leans down.

And then…

He kisses me.

TWELVE

Arousal, like the kiss, starts slow and soft.

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