She looked up, not clearly focused and blew a raspberry. “Ha! You’re just saying that to make me happy. You want me to be happy, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do. I want to be happy too,” he almost whispered the confession.
“You can make me happy by kissing me then. Matt, no one’s ever wanted to kiss me. Does my breath smell or something?”
He laughed. She was beyond anything he could have fashioned for his perfect mate. Wren was both seductive and naive at the same time.
“No, your breath is fine. I’ve always wanted to kiss you too.”
“Really? Then prove it. I dare you to kiss me, beautiful Matt. And, where’s my purse?” she asked, trying to turn in a circle as he ran over to hold her up. “What did my purse ever do to you? I can’t find it.”
“Your purse is on your shoulder,” he said, keeping the gentleness in his voice. She was so funny and entertaining. He could stay like this, just the two of them, forever.
“I still can’t find it. Was my purse mean to you?”
“No, I put it on your shoulder.”
“Okay—I trust you beautiful Matt. Now kiss me, please?”
This was dangerous ground they were treading. Wren was in no mood to move into this part of their relationship in her current state. Matt wouldn’t take advantage of the situation to get what he wanted either. Never in a thousand years would he have figured this time would come. Here they were, Wren asking him to kiss her and him bound to respect her by denying her.
“Wren, I can’t kiss you now—not like this.”
“Why not? I can learn real fast. Give me my phone. I have WiFi on my phone. Let me Gooby it and then I’ll be ready.”
“Don’t you mean Google it?”
“I just said that. Hey, are you trying to confuse me? I know what I just said, beautiful Matt. Matt, you’re so hot.”