[ Yeah. He'd said that. And he'd meant it. Even though now all he wanted to do was kiss her until she relented and loved him back.

Cool. ]

I might need twenty minutes. [ Dryly, and a little rougher than usual. He'd never been good at pretending to feel things he didn't. Or to not feel what he did. ] Though you should know better than to trust a word out of my mouth when I'm that turned on.

[ Maybe then he'd get away with accidentally saying he loved her. ]