B2 009 - Do You Trust Me?

PATREA.

"Do you think that if I promise to be gentle, you will let me kiss you?"

My eyes widened before my forehead creased. "Aren’t we going too fast?"

"If six months is too fast, then yeah, I’m going too fast." He spoke in a voice devoid of any emotion before he pressed his fingers to his closed eyes.

"You’re upset."

"I am. I’m a demon, Patrea. I don’t have the patience of a saint or even of a human."

And yet he was trying to be patient with me. He was trying not to hiss or snap at me right now.

"I don’t even know how to kiss anymore. But don’t offer to do all the kissing for me, as that’s what I’ve been doing for decades — staying still while someone abuses my lips." I chuckled even though the memory hurt. I was trying to lighten the mood because I didn’t want to upset him more. "The closest thing to a real kiss I have is the one I gave you on your cheek at the cave. That’s it."

He snapped his eyes open and tilted his head down to look at me, his eyebrows hiking up. "How about we