#Chapter 94: Good Luck Kiss

I roll my eyes at him. “You are incorrigible.” “Yeah,” he replies. He lets his hand drop. “But you like that about me.” Curse it all, I do. He’s a challenge, always keeping me on my toes, always holding me on the edge of desire. Most of the time, I’m toppling, not knowing where I’m going to fall next. Or how I’m going to feel next. But it’s always exciting. After so many years of being in a stagnant situation, finally feeling something like this is invigorating. With Miles, I feel alive in ways I never did with Garnar or with anyone else. Glancing down, I notice that despite everything else about his appearance being neat and proper, his tie is slightly crooked. “Let me help you,” I say, and reaching forward, I take hold of his tie and begin to untie it. When he starts to squirm, I say, “Stay still please.” “Bossy,” Miles chides with a cluck of his tongue, but he stays otherwise still while I continue to work. My tie fixing days predate even my relationship with Garnar.