I didn’t, and not because of some lame vanity reason. Other than reading or being on the laptop, they didn’t help much other than to make some things a little less blurry.

“I like them. I like them on you.”

My glasses were just plain square black rims, no cool color or pattern, but I suddenly felt like I should wear them more often.

And then I wasn’t thinking about my glasses, because the fingers on my chin shifted and I felt his thumb slide along the skin just under my lip. A fine shiver danced over my skin, followed by a wholly different kind of flush, one that was heady and exhilarating.

You want to kiss me again, don’t you?

I could hear him speak those words as if he’d said them out loud, like he had after I’d helped remove an imp’s claw from his chest. I’d said yes then, without hesitation, even though it hadn’t exactly been a wise idea.

Unwise ideas have always been fun—a lot of fun.

His gaze lowered, lashes shielding his eyes, and I thought that he might be staring at my mouth, and that... I wanted that too much.

I pulled back, just out of his reach.

Zayne dropped his hand, clearing his throat. “How did you sleep?”

“Good.” I found my voice as the warmth eased and my pulse slowed. “You?”

The glance he sent me as he straightened said he wasn’t sure if he believed me or not. “Slept only because I was exhausted, but it could’ve been better.”

“The couch can’t be all that comfortable.”

His gaze met mine again, and my breath caught. I knew better than to offer him the bed, but it was big enough to share and we were both mature adults. Sort of. We’d shared before without shenanigans going down, but shenanigans of the fun and forbidden kind had definitely gone down the last time we’d shared that bed.

Zayne shrugged. “You got my note?”

Relieved at the change of subject, I shook my head. “Peanut saw you writing it and told me all about it. Said you went to see Nicolai.”

He froze, fingers in the process of opening the bag. I pressed my lips together to stop my smile as he glanced behind him. “Is he here now?”

I looked around the empty apartment. “Not that I know of. Why? Are you creeped out that he was with you and you had no idea?” I teased. “Scared of little old Peanut?”

“I am confident enough in my badassery to fully acknowledge that having a ghost hanging around gives me the heebie-jeebies.”

“Heebie-jeebies?” I laughed. “What are you? Twelve?”

He snorted as he unrolled the bag and the scent of grilled meat increased. “Watch it, or I’ll eat this hamburger I got for you right in front of you and enjoy it.”