Sweet Liar (Candy #2)(91)

My chest swelled at the way he worried about me. “I know, but I totally nailed that training exercise.”

He chuckled low in his throat. “Nailed it, huh? I could have sworn that was you sweating it out pretty good a few minutes ago.”

“Well, maybe I didn’t nail it, but I passed.”

“Yeah, kind of proud of you, actually, but I’ll deny it later if you ask me.”

“Ha, ha.”

Leaning back, I took my index finger and traced the curve of his lips. Jonah had such soft, full lips. They were beautiful, just like everything else about him.

When I angled my head up, he leaned down and we met in the middle, our lips molding together, paired in an intimate way we both knew by heart.

“You sure this is what you want?” he asked, his lips moving against mine as he spoke.

“Yes,” I murmured, although I wasn’t sure what he meant exactly—the organization, him, or something else?

I only knew that for the first time in my memory, I had everything I wanted, and I intended to keep it.