Sable hair bisected his pecs and arrowed down to the straight and unequivocal statement of his returned interest. Forcing my gaze to his face, I said, "I really don't think we have time for that."
"You know that, and I know that, but HE doesn't believe it."
"Believe it," I told HIM.
J.X.'s mouth tugged into one of those heart-stopping smiles. "Maybe you should whisper in his ear.
