Simon looks back at me. “Is that why you said ‘yes’?”
I nod. “I meant it. If you want me to.”
When Simon doesn’t respond, I skim my hand from his jaw to the trickle of blood sliding down his cheek. “May I listen to what you’re thinking right now?”
His mouth twitches. “If you’re sure you want to know.”
“I do.”
He doesn’t resist as I push my fingers over the bruise on his head and into his hair. For a long moment I close my eyes and listen. When I open them, he’s watching me with something like hope. I smile. “I want the same thing.”
Simon pulls my hand away, breaking the connection, but barely a second later his mouth is on mine, and I don’t need blood to know what his answer is.