“He doesn’t scowl, but his mouth is so tense that I know he’s angry with me. ‘Don’t be an idiot,’ he says.
‘An idiot?’ Is he talking about the blanket?
‘You were lying.”
“He touches my face, covering my cheeks with his hands, sliding his fingertips down my neck, fitting his fingers to the slight curve of my hips. I can’t stop.”
omg Two weeks until i can see this in all its glory: