“Uh.” Duh. “Yeah.”
I feel a bit like jelly. I know I should do something for him right now, but that’s the last thing on my mind. Sleep sounds the best. When Rome moves up to face me, I lean in and kiss his gorgeous lips, and yes, I taste what he tasted.
Still, I should do something. Reaching down, I attempt to slip my hand into his pants, but he stops me. “Not tonight.”
“Rome,” I whine because I’m wiped out.
His chuckle is nice against my cheek. “Another time.”
When? When will this happen again? I won’t be here tomorrow night. I told him I wanted to stay at my own apartment.
Damn. Why did I tell him that?