Greg chuckled, taking a few small steps until we were almost touching. Then, he ducked his head slightly, kissing me once as his hand rested easily on my hip.
“What?”
Greg bit his lip. “Nothing,” he chuckled. “I just wanted to do that.”
I have read 4Y four times now. I literally cannot take the perfection anymore. I feel like I may go up in the flames of spontaneously combustion any moment now.
I MEAN
goodbye