And (wait for it…) “Love on the Brain” by Rihanna. (I had to.) No idea where that came from. But I’m not sorry it’s out there. His smile doesn’t falter, but he shakes his head. “I don’t think so,” he says quietly. Strands of purple hair brush against his forehead. His cheeks. We are close, so close. He smells so good. “Why?” “Because I’m not sure you want me to kiss you.”
