“It’s my job.”
“Not anymore it isn’t.” He inhaled softly, and I knew he was scenting me like I’d scented him. He changed position and his lips ghosted over mine, the touch so light I almost thought I’d imagined it. I inhaled in surprise, but he pulled back, still looking in my eyes. “My broken parts will stay broken,” he said. “You can’t do anything about that.”
“Because that’s the way the world works?” I asked.
“Pretty much.”
I gave it back to him. I leaned and brushed my lips over his, petal-light.
“Watch me,” I said.