We were still in my workshop, laying around in each other’s arms. We decided to get dressed a few hours ago when someone knocked on the door.

Now Lance and I were on that couch again, with me in his arms as he messed with my hair again.

“Lance,” I called his name, breaking the silence between us.

“Hmm,” he mumbled, not bothering to look at me.

I paused, pleading to the moon goddess that he does not get upset about what I wanted to say.

“Well um…” I trailed off, not knowing how to construct my sentence. He finally looked at me, bringing up my chin so I could...