She tips her face just enough to keep him from kissing her again. She feels lightheaded and warm, and that smugness doesn't go unnoticed. He's not out of the doghouse, yet. They still have a lot to figure out. And her mind is too foggy to make a proper decision right now.

But he's ... he's warm, and solid, and surprisingly tender; all she can think about are the bad dreams she's been having. The conversation with her daddy. And she doesn't really want to be alone.

Her hand slides up under his jacket, following the path of his spine before stopping between his shoulder blades.

"Maybe."

She brushes her lips over the hollow in his throat, dragging her thumb along his jaw.


"Not sure it's a good idea."