It was hard not to laugh. Because he was trying so hard not to. Somehow, when he was happy, it made her happy too. She wanted to share in it, bask in it, and more than that, she wanted to be the one that caused it. Sigyn wanted to give him joy.
And she really wanted him to do what he was about to do. His mouth was so close, and he was leaning in. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it. Oh, she really wanted it. She'd wanted it since that kiss at her mother's porch. She'd dreamed about it, it haunted her nights. She'd tried to make it happen in his bedroom, that and more. But now, finally he was going to give her...
Nothing?
His face brushed right past hers, his lips never touching hers at all. He didn't kiss her. He didn't kiss her? What?
"You ass," she growled. Grabbing the neckline of his shirt, she pulled down hard even as she pushed up on her toes. The first time she'd kissed him, it had been out of anger, and little more than smashing her lips against his. But she'd learned from the second kiss, his kiss. And she wanted to show him what she'd learned.