Kit's [POV]
"He kissed me on the top of the head like a puppy."
After a restless night of sex dreams about Butch, I woke up frustrated and way too stimulated. I quickly packed a bag for the day, snuck out of the inn, and sprinted the ten minutes to Nash's place like I was being chased by a bear. When I burst into the house, they were making breakfast.
"Yeah," Elle says, yawning as she nurses a cup of coffee, "but it sounds like it was a sexy kiss on the head. I mean you said when he pressed you against the door that you could tell he was ready to go"
"But he didn't go. That's the point. I mean, he knew I was ready, but he blue-balled himself instead of having sex with me. Guys don't do that unless they're not into you. Right, Nash?"
Nash looks over from the stove where he's scrambling eggs. "Again, and I can't emphasize this enough, I don't want to be involved in this conversation at all."
