My eyebrows shot up. “Is that so?”
“I know it’s a big ask, especially since this visit hasn’t gone so well, but maybe you’d want to fly down to Miami and hang out with—?”
“Yep.”
She laughed. “Well, if you’re not sure…” She pulled away from me and reached for the door, but I caught her before she could get too far and spun her back around.
“I’m coming. Thank you for asking me.” I dipped my head to level my eyes with hers. “I’m glad to know you actuallywantto see me instead of feeling like I’m forcing my presence on you.”
Her lips parted, her breathy pants warming my mouth. “I do want to see you. We’re friends, right?”
“Right. Friends,” I whispered as I leaned in, mindless, needing to feel her lips again.
“Mo, not tonight.” Fingers pressed against my lips. “I’m not...I don’t...”
“Yeah.” Straightening, I tried not to show the hurt on my face. “Not tonight.”
“That’s not never, just not when it’s been such a shitty night and everything is so raw, you know?”
“Yep.” I shoved my hand through my hair. “Makes sense.”
“Mo.” She hooked her finger with mine. “Are we good now?”
“We’re good.” I kissed her cheek. “Perfect.”
My insides had been clawed to shreds from frustration, but yeah, we were good.