Page 90 of Stolen Kiss

Her eyes widened comically as she grabbed her phone by the nightstand to check, as if she didn’t believe me.

“Oh, I hadn’t realized it was so late.”

“Eight o’clock is late?”

“You’re looking at someone who has always woken up at five in the morning, as long as I can remember. I never oversleep. Not even that one time when I was thirteen and came down with a really bad flu.”

Her eyes got a faraway look to them. Perhaps that memory was a bad one for her. I didn’t know. I tugged on her hair to get her attention. She turned to me.

“It’s okay to sleep in once in a while,” I said. “It’s okay to not have all your shit figured out, and it’s more than okay to want to spend all of your time with me.”

I laughed when she rolled her eyes. “I think it’s the other way around.”

“Really? I seem to recall you sucking on my thumb like it was—”

She slapped my chest, her cheeks reddening even further.

“How interesting,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around her waist and hauling her closer to me. I placed her on my lap. “You blush any more, and I would think you’re coming down with a bad flu.”

“Jensen?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Shut up.”

I laughed.

“Jensen?”

I looked at her, trying to gauge whether she would tell me to shut up again. Her eyes glimmered.

“Yeah?” I said, slowly.

She looked down at her lap shyly, piquing my interest then.

“What is it?” I asked, placing two fingers under her chin and lifting so I could see those beautiful emerald eyes.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me again?”

I shook my head. “No.”

I bit my bottom lip to keep from smiling when she frowned. “No?”

“No,” I repeated. “Not until you beg me.”

“Beg you?” She sounded indignant. I tightened my hold on her a bit when I felt her trying to get away. She placed her palm flat on my chest, but she didn’t push me away. Not yet.

“Okay. How about when you ask me nicely?”

She scoffed. “Like hell.”

I gave into the urge and smiled then. She tried to push me away, but I lay back on the mattress, bringing her down with me. I laid her on top of me and looked up, meeting her hot green eyes.

I doubt it would go over too well if I told her I thought she looked fucking sexy as hell when she was mad.

She glowered down at me.

“Kiss me,” I said.