“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Fitz gives me a soft smile before slinking back to the floor.

I’m thankful that the only light on in the apartment is the lamp sitting on the side table at the far end of the couch, so the warmth of my cheeks isn’t so highlighted.

And that’s when I remember…

“You kissed me before.”

“That’s what engaged couples do,” he says, picking up something small before finally turning his head to me and winking. “Among other things.”

My arms loosen from across my chest and fall to my sides. “Fake engaged couples only do that when absolutely necessary.”

“Who says it wasn’t?”

I roll my brain back, trying to remember the placement of the media convoy.

“Are you upset I kissed you?”

I don’t need to think about that. “No.”

“Good.” Fitz rubs his chin as he refolds his legs covered in navy joggers. “You would’ve been waiting forever for that apology.”

His eyes find mine like pairs of magnets. For a second, I wonder if Fitz would be upset if I kissed him without apology, without having a good enough reason apart from there’s something about the way he stares at me with this soft, lopsided grin that’s as hypnotizing as the swirls of green in his hazel eyes.

Releasing a deep breath, I turn toward my bedroom, but stop, realizing I forgot about the reason I came out here in the first place. I’m not sure that’s ever happened.

Slowly, I turn back around, playing with the hem of my tank top. “Is that a puzzle?”

Fitz’s head remains slanted down, but he raises his eyes to mine, tapping the small piece against the table. “I’m hoping to do the border before I go to bed.”

I look at the door one more time and decide there are better things to think about, like our earlier kiss—or the safer option—a puzzle. “Do you need help?”

Fitz’s eyes abandon the coffee table and fly to mine. “Only an idiot would ever say no to a little help.”

I pad across the living room and sit across from Fitz on the floor, folding my legs and looking at the pieces he grouped together. I can feel his energy and attention focused on the puzzle, but the quiet in the room bothers me. I place the Starburst on the table, smiling when Fitz grimaces.

“Pink or nothing,” he tells me, going quiet again.

“Did you call Mr. Foller back?”

Fitz shakes his head.

“Why?” I ask.

He shrugs. “It can wait until tomorrow.”

“He doesn’t matter as much as you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he tells me.

I pick up a pale orange piece that belongs on the border, looking for its place. “Are things okay with you two?”

Fitz laughs. “Is this a game of twenty-one questions?”