He moves closer, just barely grazing my lips, when I part them open and say, "On one condition."
The sudden force of my breath against him seizes his hand to a halt.
"No lights."
He stares straight at me, still dripping hard curiosity. "Are candles not romantic to you?"
My hands float upward until they're fastened against the top of his jacket.
I lean forward. "You don't kiss someone by look. You kiss them by feel."
I sense his pulse quickening.
"That's why we close our eyes."
