“Is it so difficult to believe that right now, I want to keep my eyes on you?” Beau asks.
“Yes,” I say. “I would have thought you would want someone who would let you touch as well as look.”
He hums. “Generally, yes. But… for whatever reason, teasing you is more fun than teasing other girls.”
I place my hand on his shoulder to give him a shove, but he catches my hand and brings it to his chest instead. He steps closer to me, closing the distance between us. I look up at him and he smirks down at me.
“Besides, if I want to touch, I’m not sure you would want to stop me,” he says.
I swallow thickly. He’s not wrong, damn him. In fact, I’d probably encourage his touches. And suddenly I hear Angela’s voice in my head, reminding me to ask him about the swirl.
I rip my hand away from him. “
